filtering through prism

sprinkled glass shadows scatter

splashing across floors

[an original haiku by Holly Dilatush; February 27, 2009]

We recently hung a beautiful prism that is diamond-shaped, and actually holds distilled water, on our diningroom window. When the sun hits it, it sends myriad rainbows of varying sizes all over the diningroom and into nearby areas, too. It reminds me of those days when you glimpse the sun pushing through clouds and it just looks so ethereal. It’s magical, enchanting, new each time.

Nature-watching is like that for me, too — scattering, splashing, shadows, sprinkling — awakening the senses…

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