Gems.

 

 

Gems.

 

Jeweled with 
rainbow translucence roll 
rain-bead balls
slowly down outside windows.

 

Golden seed  
pearls, globes of  watery
glory slide 
in uniformed lines, floorward.

 

Diamonds in
transit they shine and fire
sparkles from 
each crystalline orb's inside.

 

Such gems if caught
by the scribe's borrowed
insight odes
to rain-drops might follow.

Reviews

[Neville]

this is more than just a beautiful poem.. if I stare at the page with my good eye.. I can make out a pendant shaped teardrop ... Neville

[Fay Slimm]

And you just maybe right there my friend - big thank yous however for this lovely comment which will do me very nicely .................. Fay x

[Neville]

I am write.... x