Web Dew

Web Dew

Foggy-wet morning,
    Dewy,
      Glistened
Magic beading off each web.
No hurries mentioned,
          I wander eastern…

Find myself upon cold sand,
Greeting the lazy tide
          At the hazy dawn.
Watch a fat sun climb,
      Heavy-bottomed,
    Barely breaching the horizon.

The sea’s so determined to hold its gold,
   Make him swim,
          Keep it swolled,
But he heaved as it seethed,
           Circumference unruly,
     Beats of flicker-whip stitching him high.

The battle was lost,
     The colours bled off:
          A white sun hung bright,
          Small yet so blinding
          On blurred lavender  
                And washed-out blue sky.

Proving too much for me,
I made my retreat
       To the dark
             Westerly wood,
Where shaggy old trees
Whisper breezy dreams.

Ghostly white beams were sent,
      Gleamed through shadowed leaves,
Haunting the palmetto and oak,
         Soaking any leftover dawn:
  Swirls of mist set alight
           - Night is officially gone.