they appear from clear out of the blue to ever fill us
such is this, just and pleasing delight in morning's stillness
drips a-dropping, swirls a-curling into ringlets of resilience
with sunny beams and bows a-splashing lucent-soft in brilliance
like sweet gentle kisses with a never-ever questioning of why
blown in from cloudless feather-down-like whispering sky
while perched 'pon her winter's window pane ( delicate and wise)
warming up a season with more sun beamings of surprise
ever so slowly the sprinkling refreshes like a silent swash
is it fear of thunder or respect of heaven's light, then wisping wash
in a poet's form brushing tiptoeing droplets, is this simply a mirage
or literal swishes of prayers and wishes raptured in artistic word montage?
sun showers come without notice, it seems for quieting a moments stay
never hearing harsh down-pouring closing, yet if fear goes far away
when the peaceful splashing crystalline spills into a fluttering spray
such is this soft of rain and rainbow mingling...
_____________________ a bright sunshiny pleasant day
''There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear,
because fear involves torment.
But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.''
1 John 4:18 New King James Version
hosted by Sally and her phrase;
'delight in morning's stillness'
Dr. Eric Littleton