Cold rain drops fall from an outstretched black oak limb,

And dive into a dark pool below.

Upon impact, they birth a splash and rippling waves,

Growing, then fading waves on the surface of the puddle.

And then several drops fall, one after another, like notes played on a jazz piano,

their ripples over-lapping and overlapped by the notes about them.

An improv of water and waves,

Winter’s rain and morning color at play in the wind.