falling, pelting rain
match the beating of my heart
dripping small droplets
cloudbursts of glitter
drifts into the tallest treees
I so want to fly
I come and I go
from deepest winter to spring
Metamorphosis
Lou Ann Homan is a writer, teacher, and storyteller who lives in Angola, Indiana. She is available for writing seminars, storytelling, and speaking engagements. She can be contacted at locketoftime@aol.com. You can read more at www.louannhoman.com
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