
Photo © Dawn Allynn
A corns and fallen leaves
U biquitous like grains of sand
T ickle my senses, make me sing
U p to the sky goes my heart
M aybe to disappear with birds as they flee
N asty winters frosty sting
Words are woven
By writers hands
In gossamer silken
Spider strands,
Smiles of joy
And tears of grief
Are caught within
This artists weave.
The soul is painted
In all it's hues,
Crafted by
This poets muse,
In these fragile,
Silken skeins,
You'll find you're in
My Web of Dreams.
~Dawn Allynn
1999
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