Silent Sunday



Drops of mist


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.