Water gathering
most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk
or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray
some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice
somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn
one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling
and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars
come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars
5 comments:
Beautiful!
Did you manage to get "Dean" sneaked into her name in any manner? ;-)
LOL! Tried. Dawn is as close as I got (after her grandfather. . . .)
Beautiful photo, puddles.
We're trying to save the world for everyone's kids and grandkids.
DavidA.Stevenson
puddle,
Three out of four letters ain't bad! ;-)
~Your granddaughter is ♥beautiful♥~
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