By the Pond
A pond stretches its loop where ripples
curl between my toes; and a festoon
of red blooms huddle on its bent slope ,
weaving through the rim of Nowra Park.
The nimble tap of spring grazes my face
as I wiggle my palms to relish this morning
draped in pristine streams-- joyously alone--
bearing my pond's first glow before a crowd whisks by.
Carly Lalion
Sense Of Touch, a nette onclaud Contest
30 Aug 2015
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2015
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