The Dew On The Lower Side Of The Leaf Of Grass Poem by RIC BASTASA

The dew knows
That for a short moment
The sun comes
And they shall be wiped
Out

These pearls of the morning
Somehow glitter
And make my sad self
Sing a song
To the coldness of this
Early season

They know soon
They will be gone

But happy to note
That tomorrow soon too
They will be back
To cheer another sad heart
Lost in this
Wanton garden of grass
And pebbles

These pearls of the early morning
In a short moment

Yet so intense
In the cold their confidence linger