New Dew


She came like the dew on a drying sunflower and became its gloss
I wondered and thought if the flower needed the dew drop to skirt dying of thirst;

Or was it the tiny droplet that was destined not to be dissolved in dust
I got the answer with a thunderous cloudburst
...the downpouring with all its thrust

As I saw the children joyously do the rain-dance;
like the sunflower and the dew drop loving in a wondrous trance.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Two Lips and Tulips

My untrimmed hair

An ode to the broken man