Mysteries
by Elizabeth Santos
A spider's web in dewdrop's quiver
Draws my eye to watch the sight
As sunlight hits the prism mesh
Intriguing pupils to delight

A maze of wonder, gift of beauty
A sparkling canopy of lace
A silken web spun to perfection
Of spider's own inherent grace

Who has taught her how to weave
A veil to catch the morning dew?
I would write poetic verses
Of this mystery, if I knew

Warblings of a creature stirs me
Days of stifling scorch and haze
From out the earthly crypt he crawls
And climbs a tree in August days>

Donning light and fragile shell
Camouflaged against the bark
He knows the hour of his rebirth
Appearing from his place of dark

How does locust know the moment
To emerge through morning dew?
I would write poetic verses
Of this mystery, if I knew

You and I in love's dimension
Discovering our time and space
There is a true exquisite moment
When two souls are in embrace

How do lovers know when love
Has reaped the scent of morning mist?
If I knew that splendid moment
I would write a poem like this
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