Poetry and Writes

Watercolor World (POEM)

A muted reflection of
Yellow leaves and wild rose
In the pond. Rain starts
To fall in dapples, swathing
The water. The clouds are
Dreaming again. Can't you
Hear the gentle hiss
Ringing and singing, as their
Thoughts fall liquid?
Can't you hear the comfort
And dramatic joy of the
Stage, cluttered with shoes,
Swept by skirts, on the
Gentle muddled pond?
It's a watercolor world
We live in, and a watercolor
World of memories I'm
Drowning deep within.