A Day In The Life Of A Pond

Once the surface rippled

from the landing of a bird,

a breeze’s gentle touch,

a pebble tossed.

Now the pond holds firm and frozen,

moved no longer by such actions.

Soon  the sun will work its magic

and the pond’s potential

to be ruffled by 

such meetings

will slowly be restored.

                                                                                   JDG

This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “A Day In The Life Of A Pond

  1. This is such good writing, Joan.
    A pleasure.

    Big Hugs

    john

    Liked by 1 person

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