JOY's POEMS: raindrops

RAINDROPS

- Joy Krauthammer

In the garden,

from deep inside

my joy is delicate and expansive.
Raindrops dangle from flowers

Dazzling, translucent gems.
Each a crystal of delight.

They hang and don't fall.

Sun shines through the gems.

Drops sparkle on tubular red flowers.

A circus of joy-drops.

I dance and sing.

Sitting on green leaves of rose bush

raindrops make their presence known.

They don't fall.

Gently, I shake down the drops
off favorite Double Delight rose

to lift its heavy wet head.
"Come back, Rose".

Reaching high, standing beneath

laden boughs of a citrus tree,
I carefully tug at the round, full fruit

to receive from the tree.

I pluck the fattest golden grapefruit

first harvest of the season.

Ah, so juicy and delicious.

Thank you, G*d.

Over 33 years ago
I planted citrus trees.

Shaking the branch

I release the sun-lit crystals.

Hanging from the fruit

raindrops fall on me.

My body accepts

the gift of falling fresh raindrops on my skin,
Ah, a delight.

Baruch Hashem.

So filled with true joy,

I don't feel the morning chill

until I leave the garden.

~ ~ ~

PS
The glorious raindrop day ended not with more rain where I live, but with a r a i n b o w!
When the sun appeared I hoped I'd see G*d's miracle, and went outside.

From the other end of the Valley in the Eastern sky where I could see a partial rainbow, friend Suzanne called to say she saw a full rainbow and hailstones! She remembered to call me with rainbow alert!
On the phone, we share the blesSing.

For more Garden of Joy photos:
http://joys-poems.blogspot.com
http://joys-inthemorning.blogspot.com/2013/03/mornings-joy-filled-deep-delights.html

Joy-drops also photographed on International Women's Day

3/8/2013