Reflections on a Pond

Water…

So black and still,

Like an onyx mirror

Reflecting back sky and bank unbroken…

Except when wind above

Or fish below

Stirs water

Into tiny ripples…

Except when one lone bird,

With sharper eyes than mine,

Spies a prize

And breaks the surface hopefully…

Except when two dark eyes,

And the tip of a snout

Tell you a gator is moving below,

But so slowly it leaves no wake…

And when these pass,

Water folds back upon itself

As if exceptions did not matter.    

                                                                                       

Comments

[snewbury]

this is excellent work. you paint pictures well with words! I mean no insult to individuality when I say that this is reminiscient of Amy Lowell's work - you've got a keen eye to attention and give senses to poetry