Every bough is full
of glittering diamonds
begging to be plucked,
gathered in a basket
like summer berries
so ripe and round.
But the sun is rising.
By afternoon,
fat, dazzling droplets
dissolve, drip
down branches, muddy
barren earth, leave
only the black bones
of naked winter
on the trees’ fingers.
This is the way of things:
gorgeous, then
gone.
Chelsie Kreitman lives and writes in Lexington, Kentucky. Along with all things literary, she loves animals, nature, and spending time with her family. Her poems have appeared in publications including The Purpled Nail, Capsule Stories, The Last Stanza Poetry Journal, and Confetti.
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