On my daily walk, I pass a Japanese Magnolia tree. I’ve photographed this tree often, and written poems about it here and here. On a foggy grey morning, the dew drops glistened as I passed. I was compelled once again to photograph this tree.
Secrets of the night
Margaret Simon, draft
revealed
on dew drops
come morning
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Margaret, this is a beautiful photo and poem; how true that the dew drops seem to hold mysteries! Early walks during these pandemic years have led to so many dewdrop discoveries…I wrote this when I observed a very little one gazing into a dewdrop…
Morning Mirror
Tiny drop of morning dew—
I think I see myself in you!
Love this little couplet. Perfect photo match.
A small moment captured beautifully!
love the mirror image…
Thanks for transporting me in your poem and fascinating image Margaret!
Dew drops of wonder
within spiderweb embrace
swing along magnolia branch
and bulb-build over-winter…
Michelle Kogan
I love how the b words work to make this poem bounce.
So much wonder in these words.
Michelle, bulb-build is clever. I especially love “within spiderweb embrace swing!”
Who weaves this basket?
Who strings these pearls?
Whose dark arm holds
treasures untold?
Karen Eastlund
Margaret… I love this image…thanks so much!
I love how the questions spark curiosity.
I love how the questions lead is to a new perspective.
I also like the series of questions here.
Karen, I also like the questions, alliteration, and rhyme. I love the idea of dew drops being pearls.
There’s an ominosity here that I like–turning the lovely sparkle slightly dark too.
I love the way you contrast night and day, Margaret.
Magnolia
displays a string of pearls
fashioned with gifts
from friends
Love string of pearls.
Rose, great poem. I love your personification “Magnolia, displays a string of pearls.”
Margaret, what a lovely picture and I love the hint of mystery in your poem.
Here’s my quick draft:
One by one
Spider gathers
Night’s fragile tears.
As day breaks,
they glow.
I’m glad you came by today. I love this idea that the tears of the night glow in the new light of the morning.
Ooh Molly, great poem. I love your personification “Spider gathers Night’s fragile tears” and how they glow as the sun comes up!
Thanks, Margaret and magnolia! “Secrets of the night/revealed” is a pleasing thought. Mine:
we are not spiders
these twigs are not legs
our bodies hold buds
not eggs
but someone with silk
thinks we are their ilk
I’m glad you came back to hit Post! Thanks for joining in the fun. I don’t think I’ve ever used ilk. Love how it works here as a rhyme for silk.
Heidi, I love your 1st person POV. Clever rhyme and use of “ilk.”
Phooey! I wrote that at 6am and forgot to hit Post!
Margaret, great poem and photo! I love the idea of secrets in raindrops. I wrote a haiku earlier and never found time to write it on your post so I’m writing it now even though it’s so late. I also wrote two stanzas of a tricube that I’ll have to go back to finish. Thank you for always inspiring me.
winter’s raindrops
spider’s silk web
broken beaded chain
“broken beaded chain”–that’s a nice drapey image!
Thank you, Margaret.
Oops, thank you, Heidi.
Broken beaded chain brings a sad tone to your poem. I’m happy that this photo inspires you.
Thank you, Margaret.
Now, that I’ve read everyone’s poems I realize I didn’t know they were dew drops. I just looked at the photo and wrote.