A pair of phoebes rest
Opposite one another
Twitching their tails
On bent broom sedge straw
Waving tawny in the October wind
Where spiders will weave their webs by morning
That in this field, upon these silken nets,
The dew may capture the sun’s first light
10-27-18
©2020 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 