Poetry: Droplet

Sitting with a warm cupsipping down the chamomilelooking up in awe at the droplets fallAbstract cutouts of dark treescreate the stage so I can view you descending from a silvery cloudWhat of that one drop?Where were you born?You came from the skyriding on a morning stormWhere do you live?You go into the earthwatering a treeDoContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Droplet”