Approaching the pond
Dark spots, still, lounge in the sun
Quiet, with no waves
Time goes by as time
Will, I watch the triangle.
Nothing, no ripples.
It has no voice
Can it rejoice? Can it move?
If not, what is it?
Ripples, a roil
Dark snouts and triangles
Buoy into turtles
Oh play on- the day
My dark snouts and triangles
Green diamonds to me.
May too, the wind blow
Through your hair, as you travel
Down the green river of Life
Sincerely from the Celtic River and the river runs deep in my heart
This poem was inspired by a reply to me
as I so love the wind blowing through my hair- especially by a green river!
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