Lilypad on
garden pond
stands still
Your eye sighs
yellow flowers stir
in summer wind
Look deeper
A water bug
quivers
a slow move
of orange rolls
under the surface
Closer still
your eye
and a name
is it yours?
Lilypad on
garden pond
stands still
Your eye sighs
yellow flowers stir
in summer wind
Look deeper
A water bug
quivers
a slow move
of orange rolls
under the surface
Closer still
your eye
and a name
is it yours?
I like the contrast between movement and stillness in your poem.