An Album of Daydreams
Marsh yellow marigold, purple water iris,
and salmon water spider lilies grow
against the edge of the large pond
filled with cool spring water,
fed from underneath the earth.
Beneath the welcoming cool shade
and dapple-gray shadows of a tall black willow
I stand embracing peaceful comfort.
I close my eyes and inhale the sweet fresh air.
I Bend down, pick up the perfect stone;
with a steady aim, I throw it.
In impact the stone makes a splash,
a resounding plunk.
I watch it skip across the pond's surface making
glimmering ripples.
Observing the ripples;
an album of daydreams opens up about the past.
Moments of clarity and purpose, of secrets,
pain and healing, bringing alive hope,
and love that entered my heart.
In hand, I held a pebble of my life that could
have so easily been thrown away.
3/21/2022
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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