Egg Found in Grass
So delicate upon the shell
of cool and curving celadon
the pattern ran
in wandering style;
a wayward, sepia arabesque
that had no guile
about its trend.
It quested outward on and on
and traced fine scatterings of stars,
to vie with those celestial ones,
about the pale green scope –
each stellar miniscule to tell
the hand that wrote upon the shell
was that which authored both.
From “Nature’
© 2019-2021 Dafydd Hughes Lewis. All rights reserved. 
The fragile beauty of nature so delicately described.
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Thank you, Jacydo! It’s one that I’ve never been sure of, and have played around with it even until a couple of evenings ago (one of those – you know!). I hope that soon you’ll be able to take up your travels again to enjoy all the fragile beauty of nature.
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