Shape Poem

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A 

descending

drizzle of tiny

clear crystals, hitting

the sharp blades of grass

and the glass of windows, sliding,

racing one another down to the pane.

Her reflection is captured as she watches,

the image of her features almost trapped in the

splattering glass. The pitters and the patters accelerating

as she observes the sparkling droplets collecting on the rim of

the panes. She watches intently as ducks plop and paddle through

the Puddles, their webbed feet disappearing beneath the shallow murky

surface. In a flash, they shake their matted down, the yellow blur a bright

contrast to the drab fog. Her gaze drifts from them but remains fixed on

the drizzle before her. And then, suddenly, the rain abruptly comes to a

halt, everything still and silent. Almost imperceptibly, the sun peeks out

from behind the clouds which conceal it, illuminating. The

droplets remain clinging to the blades of green,

glinting like tiny shards of glass.

It’s over. For now. 

By Clementine Page 9Bt