The morning dew had garnered
With liquid diamond the spider tulle
Gathered on the flowering bottle brush
Standing like a ballerina eternally
Immobilized in a striking pose.
The same early dew has generously
Deposited on every blossom of the plum tree
A few scintillating drops altering its flowery canopy
Into a glittering honeyed firmament.
Even the bare webs covering the grass
Had acquired a delicate preciousness.
The air pristine and clear
The timid sun was showing itself
All was calm, beauty and harmony.
Until the vigilant neighbour said
We had to spray before it became a problem.
©L.
Bailliet
19/2/2012
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