LATE DROPS

2.13.15

LATE DROPS

BY CHRISTINE ZAPANTA ANDES

 

Swimming pieces of clock’s ticking,

a lavishing echo

            of rain’s first drops.

Silently,

            the eyes search

to pin a word

from which grows

a gesture

of winter turning

light

as the sun’s last kiss

to a morning dew.

Indeed, it glow.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful description and good photo made the poetry come alive. Nature show us beauty and wonders. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[shunik]

thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I feel reborn. The imagery here is superb.

[Sami Khalil]

Beautiful imagery and lines in this lovely poem...Bravo