Poetry from Joan Beebe

DEWDROP TEARS
 

Joan Beebe (left) and fellow contributor Michael Robinson

Like the dewdrops on a beautiful flower,

The tears fall gently on my face.

The small drops of rain cover the ground

With the tears of heaven reflecting the

Rays of the sun nourishing nature’s gifts,

Those dewdrops sparkle in the sunlight and

The beauty surrounding us refreshes our soul.