From my window seat
the plants appeared
adorned in diamonds.
Their facets reflected
a momentary illumination
that revealed them
dancing in the wind.
Ending a visual silence
I could almost hear.
4.15.2020
Rhonda Logan Bailey
Winter’s Child
She came on snowflake slippersWhispering, “I’m here, I’m here….Just like I said I would be,”And time stood still, frozen in the air. Gingerly, I stepped out to greet herIn the twirling and whirling night.I shouted, “Is this a dream?”And wrapped myself in white. With...
