Early Morning Webs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Early Morning Webs



Strands of spider webs being blown and stretched
by the wind in a early morning sunrise.

Holding on tightly to railings on the second floor
right outside Dr. L.'s waiting room.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
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