Misty Waves and Rubber Balls


The sun lifts the curtain of night and peeks in with a crimson eye.  Last night’s rain raises misty arms to sleepily wave “hello.”  A little bird calls out.  Her happiness erupts in song out of the silence like a fountain of brightly colored rubber balls.  They go rolling down the streets and bouncing off the buildings gaily, rapping on stubborn sleeping foreheads.  It’s time to greet the day.

A small stone in River of Stones entry.

Copyright Jean Mishra 2012

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