Reflections

Reflections


Playfully, the light reveals a treasure
painting reflections at its own leisure.

A shimmering canvas, deep in the wood,
that only exists at the place where I stood.

Poplars stretch into the autumnal sky
in supplication and a fond goodbye.

A nascent breeze cajoles, trying to coax
a harvest of leaves with whispering strokes

onto a canvas, now bright with the sun
that in time will change to a darker dun

as the light fades at the end of the day
and night’s dark palette adds touches of grey.

The beauty of nature, not in a book
but reserved for those who will stop … and look.


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Prompt: 8th September – wood, day, leaf
Form: Couplets.