Tiny Drops

Joy bubbles up in the tiniest of spaces--

look at the weeds that push through the cracks,

shining their green brilliance 

against the gray slabs--

hello little yellow flower,

a member of the broadleaf family,

you are as bright as sunshine

& hopeful as a tear-soaked smile--

look for the tiniest drops of joy,

peeking through the darkest of days--

they are there.


◄ Illumination, Everywhere

Midnight ►


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Stephen Gospage

Thu 26th Jan 2023 08:18

A lovely poem, Hélène. It makes me ashamed that I sometimes see such growths as a nuisance. Never again.

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