Western New York Idyll: The Quiet of a Misty Morning

  On our trails, early,  before lawnmower time.  Just the drip, drip of morning moisture, a few chattering crows

 And the hum of busy insects.

Slowly, the sun peers through.

And hides again.

Spider webs are everywhere.

Draped like washing out to dry on the ground.

And the leaves.

 And in the trees, a necklace strung with minuscule diamonds.

So much tiny life buzzing and chirping unseen.

 And paths meandering nowhere fast

Sometimes my jungle is just perfect.