Thursday, April 17, 2014

Undecided


Undecided

The sun sprays
summery light
but wind speaks
with winter’s tongue.

The pond reflects
so much blue
I can’t quite decide
whether it’s the sky

using the pond
as a mirror
or the pond wearing
a bracelet of sky.


 from Ordinary Things: Poems from a Walk in Early Spring

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