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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8 Comments
Gabe
HistoryNice!
misty
Historybeautiful dear!
Mary Troxel
HistoryI love the poem. Beautiful!
Chuck
HistoryThanks, everyone!
Dave
HistoryVery nice! You make winter sound enchanting. My winter fun-meter is pegged. Ready for spring.
Chuck
HistoryWell, it’s all in how you approach it.
Mom
HistoryBeautiful!
Love, Aunt Jerry
HistoryLove reading your post.