D. Avraham ~ Musings

They fell like Rain

Drops of Truth

Full of Life and Promise

But

The untilled ground was

A Hard Packed Crust

So

They just Beaded

And ran off

Into

Deep Dark

Pools of Despair

That were

Littered

With Shards of

Broken Vessels

The brown edges of

Green leaves

Curl to a shade of

Gray

Unmoving but not

Still

In the windless

Yellow heat of

Black thoughts and a

Colorless mood

Full and Waxing

All the more

Till there is

Nothing left to

Leave.