Reflection
When the image of my face
Is reflected in my pond,
I wonder if the moon and sun
Will acknowledge me, forever on,
As being a part of nature,
When they look down upon
The water, old friends passing by,
Captured in the mirror of the sky,
Seeing themselves beside me,
Though always moving on,
Yet returning to the scene,
Afloat in garden green,
Through cold and gold,
Encircled in the one.
June 2015.
Copyright by D.J.Brennan.
