Monday, March 2, 2015

Sparks

Looking out the window, 
I see flashes of light 
Falling from the trees.

Sparks, 
Glittery sparks.

Not rain, nor snow. 

As the sun rises, 
More rapid they fall. 

Energy, 
The moment when ice turns to droplets.

The coated branches 
Provide the start 
For the sparks. 

1 comment:

  1. This is a lovely, hopeful poem! I love "glittery sparks!" Jennifer Sniadecki

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