All That Sparkles

Morning Diamonds (Photo by Joseph Hesch © 2016)

Morning Diamonds
(Photo by Joseph Hesch © 2016)

They hide from us in the dark,
growing over centuries or overnight,
these prisms that bend colors
like pouring water, should one
be wrested from the soil or
the other wrung from the night air.
Each is the hardest of their
species, though one is born of
heat, the other of cold.
Of the two, the first might be
the dearest to those souls
who value the finer things in life.
Of course, then there’s romantics
who’ve no fortune but waking dreams
in overabundance, lovers and poets
who see diamonds in morning frost, and
sense rhyme in dawn’s glistening rime.

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