Little white webs

Little white webs laced in diamond,
clear mornings bring clear thoughts
I feel the bitter kiss of winters tease as she harmonises with the feint warmth of the rising sun,
slowly I fade from morning haze and tired eyes 
feeling brand new
I am still amazed by the spiders engineering 
oh how they can be so clever 
the grass twinkles and glimmers 
so beautiful the way it shines and shimmers 
though it cannot remain forever 
the clock ticks and the frost submits 
undressing  the land of its sequin outfit
I breath 
I am silent 
I can't  help but stare 
as I inhale the purity of the virgin morning air