Poem – Mirror April 4, 2015williamricci The last ice melts and beneath the morning sun the pond is calm. Oak and grasses lean into the murky water and squirrels run through dried leaves. On my way to the trail winding through the forest a silent existence. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I like this poem so peaceful. xx
Thank you Willow, I’m happy that came across in the simple words.
It did 😉