a spill of diamonds
in early morn before the world awakes
upon each blade of grass a treasure rests
for those who choose to see
such grace descends upon the earth
so catch the play of color and of light
the burst of life within each drop
a sparkle-dance that waits beneath
a fallen leaf or hid behind a rock
just begs for us to see it shine
What a special treat Bjorn offered us today for dVerse OLN. If you haven’t visited his very thought-provoking podcast on the site, don’t miss it. I especially loved his poem and his thoughts about space–space between words and inner space–thoughts that complement the beginning of dVerse’s Summer Break! Please stop by, post and read. And comment!
So sorry I didn’t make it by earlier. It’s been hectic this summer.