The Spark

In a season of leafless trees and wet skies, here’s a change of pace on this blog: some winter poetry.
Free image courtesy of stock.xchng and Kadha
The Spark

Raindrops like

flowers of glass

clinging to twig latticework

A net of liquid pearls

against the opaque sky.


slipping down like


strings and strands of diamonds.

One lets go,

falling freely

spinning into space—

—a spark—

concentrating the

dull grey morning un-dark

to a single, fiery


an upside-down


that catches a glimpse of





reimagining the world in

one glass raindrop,

a vision in freefall.

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