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