Morning Dew

Morning Dew

by B. James Wilson

Dewdrip

A tiny drop of dew

Dangles precariously

From a winter bare bough,

Shimmering in morning sun,

Dependant on its power,

Like a beacon bold and bright,

A lighthouse in the forest,

But only for a moment,

Before its time is passed.

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