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The Raindrops’ Skin

A lesson in ephemerality

Photo by Andreas Haslinger on Unsplash

From my window, I see them,
hanging impossibly, precariously
from shorn fingers of branches.

The remnants of rain dance
in dawn’s pale glow —
tiny orbs reflecting the flames
of autumn and the leaden sky,
miniature scrying balls,
dangling like nature’s earrings
from the elm tree.

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Erika Burkhalter

Erika Burkhalter

Photographer, yogi, cat-mom, lover of travel and nature, spreading amazement for Mother Earth, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MA Yoga, MS Neuropsychology)