It is poetry month and I was committed to write a poem -a-day. But, darn it, life happened. I have had to settle with reading poetry and trying to weave a poetic line or two into academic writing. So I prime my pen, get back to the thing.
Today the prompt is drop:
Those April rains, Showers, Light in the morning, Misty on the water, Provide a Single drop, A drop of Rain That simply Mesmorizes me As it weaves Its path down the glass... Gathering volume Careening it's way To gather And pool And simply Dissapear.