Transition

droplets of cloud children

kisses of  earth grass

spheres sodden with sinlessness

and ever so unmistakably clear

 

embracing winds speak with the sky of transformation

increasing the devotion that has already been

until adoration’s rainfall becomes so much more

 

a circle of frosting crystals

expanders of earth’s rotation

microscopic frost tellers

shining within the crescent moon

 

Raindrop clarity displays another world

So evident, so authentic, so certain

That it almost seems real.

Until then, let the rainfall

Fall.