Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Pond

Misty hues in greys and blues
no one sees, but me and you
Flapping, flying in the wind
Screaming, squawking without an end

Stems grow taller, flowers bloom
Cattails smile at tadpoles new
Lily pads float with pinks and whites
Trees and shadows cast sunlight

Overhanging leaves will fall
atop the frogs, tiny and small
reflection's glare across the sea
no one misses in obscurity

Darkness sheds the light so dear
and brings about a comforting ear
listening in with all its might
they share their secrets in the dead of night