Silver Filigree by Travers Charron
Silver Filigree Travers Charron Before the day unbuttons its sky,while morning’s breath still clings to the grass, I find it—a single web,threaded between two branches, a silver filigreetrembling in dew.Each strand,so thin I dare not blink, holdsthe soft breath of the waking earth.No grand cathedral could matchthis tender architecture—woven by instinct,lit by grace,enduring the weight of a single drop without breaking.I stop,breath caught, knowing I am the first to come this way.The trail is laced shut,a gate spun in secret hours.I hesitate,a clumsy giant before a sacred thing.For a moment,I…
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