Raindrops on a Windshield

she asked:

are there words

hiding in raindrops

waiting to be born..?

their life expectation

was really quite short

awaiting only

the swipe of

a windshield wiper..

Some special drops

her camera captured

in one of those

dissolving moments..

one small drop

glimmered with

a pure white light

others angled with

curved prism color..

white and colors

created

but soon destroyed

by those ever 

persistent and ruthless  

blades..

this play of light

we might reflect

paints our portrait

on a canvas of glass 

those colors with white

body and soul

together

life and death

so temporary

yet so significant..

because of awareness

our awareness makes

it so...