Gilded Teardrop

The single golden tear,
Dropped from the branches
Woven high above me.

The gold teardrop assaulted
By the raindrops falling
From the gray sky.

Hit again and again
As it falls from the sky,
Yellow and black
Against the cold
Steel gray sky.

The single teardrop joined by others
As the wind blows, an aching cold around me,
Biting through my sweatshirt,
Gray like the high clouds.

I look up, following their dance,
Blinking as water crystals hit my eyes,
Seeing no gold, just black,
As the tree’s tears dance with the sky’s
On the wind.