diamonds on the window
how they cling to the glass
faceted, sparkling-
how the prodigal sun emerges,
turns them
into tiny prisms-
water chakras that celebrate
last night’s tympani of rain.
the way they fell,
harmonious torrent
that sang me to sleep…
and I forgot for awhile
that someday soon
I’ll be watching
diamonds on the window
without you.
Kate Aver Avraham loves words whether she is writing them, editing them or reading them. She has been published numerous times, including her book of poems, Arms of My Longing from Blue Light Press. She lives in Aptos, Ca. at the glorious edge of the redwood forest and is an Associate Editor of the Monterey Poetry Review.
how they cling to the glass
faceted, sparkling-
how the prodigal sun emerges,
turns them
into tiny prisms-
water chakras that celebrate
last night’s tympani of rain.
the way they fell,
harmonious torrent
that sang me to sleep…
and I forgot for awhile
that someday soon
I’ll be watching
diamonds on the window
without you.
Kate Aver Avraham loves words whether she is writing them, editing them or reading them. She has been published numerous times, including her book of poems, Arms of My Longing from Blue Light Press. She lives in Aptos, Ca. at the glorious edge of the redwood forest and is an Associate Editor of the Monterey Poetry Review.