Writing: Water Is…

October 31, 2006

by — Posted in Personal Writing, Poetry

Silver surfaces rippling gently

Images gently sliding over the mirror of time

In winter with little movement or none

In spring as a nurse to growth

Falling from above and sinking below

Full of the abundance of life

In summer, full of fun and frolic

In fall, sanding away the past

Dangerous stifling trapped life

Innocent, succumbing to the moon’s constant tug

Natural, the blanket of Earth

A comforter to those who put in trust and faith

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