Droplets falling from tall trees

Sunbeams filter through fog's stream

For a second in cool breeze

Spider's long strand glints and gleams

Grass glistens from last night's rain

Cars bustle in suburb lanes

As I take my local walk

In my mind I hear my talk

Words begin to rhyme and chime

As I start a small hill's climb

Hurry up to get back home

Capture words before they roam

Cups of web glow in wet grass

Glowing like a lace of glass

Sun begins its morning glare

Footsteps spook a nibbling hare

Funny how a morning stroll

Provides gifts for writer's soul

Simple walks can be a muse

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