Sun in December
Silken webs weave through the grass Sparkling like the sun on glass Summer on a winter day Wakens what must stir in May. Where morning hours laid the frost, Now the spiders' string…
Silken webs weave through the grass Sparkling like the sun on glass Summer on a winter day Wakens what must stir in May. Where morning hours laid the frost, Now the spiders' string…