Early Morning’s Dew, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Early Morning's Dew

Early Morning’s Dew

Providing jewels to all with its touch
To be seen but dangerous to disrupt
Like the butterfly fears a human clutch
Even by a heavy breath they erupt

Looking at a red rose outside my door
Are they diamonds or pearls on each petal
Getting closer in order to be sure
Never to know for not being agile

Light as possible I walk on the grass
Looking back now seeing but my green tracks
Jewels gone without sound of broken glass
To me is very strange how each reacts

After a single step I am frozen
By a silk threaded jeweled chandelier
Below a tree branch so perfectly spun
With bright jewels more than days in a year

The sun made them twinkle before my eyes
Cannot believe such a majestic sight
Each jewel being of consistent size
Now begins to tremble from the sun’s light

Slowly each jewel turns into a tear
Quietly falling to the earth below
The once beautiful chandelier is clear
With deep regrets it’s the end of the show

 

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