Feel Like Shimmering

Here comes another poem. They keep happening. I hope that’s okay.

  • In the sky and the ocean
  • Around its eternal dance
  • Water abides slow-motion
  • But waits for the rare chance
  • To savor the thrill of the drip
  • Which rarely, even when found
  • Lasts longer than the short trip
  • From cloud to (already?) ground.
  • But some days, some lucky drops
  • Manage to lengthen the tickle
  • When sun on roof- and treetops
  • Encourages them to trickle,
  • Then fall, but in mid-air stop
  • Sustain joy hugging tight as icicles.

File under: poetry, nature, fun in the cold

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