Walking in wet grass
I see the web,
woven of spider silk,
stretched like starched lace
to dry in the sun.
Beads of dew sparkle
in the morning light--
a stash of jewels dropped
in the night.

Insects and poets
intrude upon such beauty
at great risk.

--Elaine Parker Akin

This Spider Web is an aging photo I captured of a woodcut
hanging in Elaine’s home. She used one as cover picture
for her “Insects and Poets,” book.