The Spark

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

Raindrops like

flowers of glass

clinging to twig latticework

A net of liquid pearls

against the opaque sky.

Unchained

slipping down like

unguarded

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

flash—

an upside-down

world-mirror

that catches a glimpse of

hope—

breathing,

reflecting,

transforming,

reimagining the world in

one glass raindrop,

a vision in freefall.