Dewdrops 15 Sunday Jun 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment The chill of the night Has brushed each leaf With gentle condensation. Beads of perspiration, Some large, some small, Stipple the surface, Gathering in drops, Perfect pearls of dew. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...