Mist still lingers,
Weighting the world,
Each droplet, each dewdrop,
Catching in the sun,
Refracting each ray,
But not quite like the sky,
The watercolored thing,
Splashed through the gray
Are colors settling,
Proof beauty can emerge
From the caves of sadness
Where the walls are tear-stained
From the water that’s dripped
With every howl on anger
The crevice shouted out,
Where the downpour eventually faded,
Leaving it’s cheeks rosy and damp
As it breathes with the wind,
Each steading gust
Blowing a spark of hope
Higher and brighter
Until it reaches out,
The sun catching
On the salt sodden drops
And lets a rainbow emerge
From the caves of the sky.
Comments
We can always count on the positivity of your poetry: You always make me smile. (Which is not to say you should never explore other themes and tones, just because I mentioned that -- you have a way of making words sparkle, no matter the topic!)
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