I’ve been under the weather all week and spent Saturday in bed instead of at work. So, I’ve decided not to tax my sluggish brain too much and have typed up a poem for you.

The Spider’s Web

It hangs where daisies mauve and white
Stand dreaming in the morning light,
A spider’s web, a fairy thing
Whose threads to daisy-petals cling,
And quiver in the sunlit air;
And on the cobweb here and there
Round beads of amber dew are hung
By elfin fingers deftly strung
Along each gleaming silver thread.
The hairy spider-witch has fled,
And crouches in a huddled heap,
Beneath a daisy, half asleep.

And for this hour of sun and dew,
The web belongs to me and you!

Taken from The Enid Blyton Book of Poetry 1934

Spider’s web up a tree on the south side of Loch Rannoch, Perthshire. Taken by me on my super new camera.