Transient. For M'lady Poppy

tetrameter sonnet

Transient.

 

A rain drop sparkles in the sun

Refracting light prismatically.

Primary colours every one

collectively and separately

Though in itself quite colourless ,

It can convert white light into.

Any colour more or less

 A most impressive range of hues.

Sadly the magic cannot last

The raindrop will evaporate.

The present will become the past.

This is not open to debate.

There is no room for argument.

Rain drops are always transient

 

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

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