The Backdrop

There are so many colors outside my window, and they make the rain look so mysterious.

Beneath the gloom of transparency pink flowers and green buds push aside covalent bonds. Foreign branches and common shoots spread like an umbrella to shelter us from depression. Contrary to our perception, rain impels blossums to burst. Like a magician it conjures the nearly invisible from the sleeves of nature.

Suddenly, a cardinal alights to a forgotten limb to help complete the contrast. A contrast between the gift of the giver and the response of the receiver. On days like today, it is easy to remember that contrasts often work better together, at drawing our gaze toward simple beauties, than do similarities.

Which leaves me to commend the cloudy skies for how they’ve shadowed my thoughts and opened my eyes today.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2016


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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