a quivering

water-drop

brimming

with rainbow flashes,

cracks sunlight,

into pure red, blue, emerald

frost melt

gathering

on a winter briar’s

translucent thorns

shivers

and drops

spider silk

catches sunlight

gleams gold-bronze,

flexes

in a ripple

of breeze

a breathing moment

dances

into being

a universe

had to conjure itself

out of nothing,

first stars

had to burn and die,

give birth to new stars,

make constellations

of fertile elements,

planets had to condense

from dust,

life had to be laboured

on anvils of gravity,

worked to summits

of delighted complexity

to make

this

small

fragile

transient

moment

of wonder

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