Words, like raindrops, are trickling from my soul today.

Flowing down, filling sidewalk cracks -

they overflow in temporary rivers;

tap-dancing pools of quivering life.

peace. beauty. happiness. joy. contentment.

My muse lives in the rain; tiny, invisible strands

knitting heaven and earth together.

each drop’s delicate, insistent touch – probing, quickening.

soil stirred to life; earth cleansed -

awake, awake, breathe in grace, awake.

Eden’s reflection lingers

in drops that watered earth’s first flowers.

Hush, that you may hear.

Naked branches stretch their rain-soaked limbs;

taut like aching fingers;

winged silhouettes stark, detailed -

feathered out against the slate gray sky;

Spring is conceived.

Earth’s thirsty cry is answered.

My soul is embraced.

Copyright 2011: Charissa Strobolakos