I am Raindrops on a Leaf

I am raindrops on a leaf,
resting from recent efforts of free-falling,
blown about and below,
nourishing beauty,
sun reflecting prisms of light on the green palette.
Watercolor wash.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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