Her Golden Tears

Snow swirls.
Drifting down in dark of morning light.  

Covering the world with cold softness.

As the snow melts,
Her tears adorn the trees,
Flowing down old leaves.

Trembling on flowers, grass and berries.

Then a bit of precious sunshine, captured.

Her golden tears.

Rainbow Tears

My wise and wonderful sister Clytie once told me years ago--you can't have a rainbow without the rain.

This morning I found a most perfect quote given by another dear sister of mine. It suits this day of rainbows.

Almost any rainbow
Finds a place to start,
In a rain stained heaven,
Or a tear stained heart…
--Lillian Everts
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Take hope--sometimes sadness can result in beauteous joy.