Tuesday, January 12, 2016

After the Storm

It must have been a perfect slant
Of sunlight, or the twinkling chant
Of droplets – spare change of the rain –
Drip-dripping off the glossy plant,

That made us see we stood to gain
A fortune that we’d been insane
To miss; a treasure-trove of mirth,
As we searched elsewhere, here in plain

Sight lay, for all its precious worth
For us to claim by right of birth,
A pot of gold filled to the brim
Beneath the rainbow welkin – earth.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)


  1. gorgeous. you excel at this form. I esp. love 'spare change of the rain' and the last stanza, every line!