Wrapped Reflections
trickle sound of water running
scattered spots of shade and sun
pool hose ripple shadows echo
reflex refraction scarce begun
geometric light equations
hypnotizing sights that run
morning dreams and light reflections
blend in easy folding fun
soft breeze conducting dancing palms
As higher pines display their charms
upright cones stand in ovation
to every moving shade of green
time held still in contemplation
eternal joy so seldom seen
Tip a glass in admiration
Spill a drop or two to those
Who ever stopped to smell a rose
Before these days began
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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