Poets and Poems - Christopher Herold

One Drop of Rain

Beneath an azure sky
I enter a stand of maples
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves.
There
a leaf full of holes
stops me.

One round hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
stops me
beneath an azure sky.

The stone
seen through a hole
in a leaf full of holes
stops me
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
beneath an azure sky.

The slight impression
in a stone
under a hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples,
stops me
beneath an azure sky.

I stoop
and discover the raindrop
from last night’s storm
which filled an impression
in a stone
under a hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
beneath an azure sky.

It stops me.

Reflecting
from a raindrop
which filled an impression
in a stone
under a hole
in a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples . . .
There!
The azure sky.

—Christopher Herold

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