by Stephanie Augustine
It is a perfect sphere, a glass globe.
All colors of the rainbow shimmer in its centre:
rose, buttercup, sunlight, leaf, water, and sunset
arching in an iridescent streak.
Above the fresh-mown grass on which it rests,
scents which spiral up to me
tell of clouds, fresh air, and fish-
the smell of the earth after a heavy rain.
Flute music echoes through green valleys
that in my mind, it once passed through.
Memories of how it was once a hurricane
howling and thundering, wreaking havoc below.
It is cool on my skin, damp, of course,
soaking in through the pores of my hand.
If it had been a bit colder, it would be
A crystal, sharp edged, and icy.
Smooth, crisp and clear,
a waterfall from clouded peaks
tumbling down my throat.
Last Updated: 4/12/12