Silver Filigree by Travers Charron

One Poem Only · Oct 3, 2025 · 2m

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 filigree

trembling in dew.

Each strand,

so thin I dare not blink, holds

the soft breath of the waking earth.

No grand cathedral could match

this 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…