Dewy Diamonds

on Monday, January 9, 2012

Moist pearls tickle my toes
Smell of dew runs up my nose
Bare feet nudging at rich wet grass,
Droplets reflecting the sheen of stars
Eyelid touched by a rainy cue
My lips curve at the magic of dew.
The darkest hour enchants like a spell,
Dawn crawls in with a musty smell.
Morning bliss derived from that,
Nighttime's glow in the nature's lap.