Ker-Plunk
The shape had fallen a minute amount when I saw it,
Ringed it was.
The sight reminded me of a stone
Dropping into the watre,
Seen from beneith,
It was defuseing into the surroundings
With the trail it seemed to be leaving.....
......Ripples of pinks
A peeking form,
Fields blooming yellow
awaiting the bees,
Ranged over to inside,
Self to even over.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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