On silken strands jewels of water suspended
Images captured, in time suspended
Silent mists remind me of days now ended
Not sure if this is even a real poem per se, but just something that came to mind when I was posting this photograph. The air was heavy with mist and as I was walking by the tennis courts in the part the spider webs in the spaces of the fence were covered in dew drops. They were like jeweled lace. I loved how the drops of water were suspended like jewels on a silken string.