After a continuous rain there is a collection... <br />staying awhile is a pool of captured reflection <br />An accumulation of congregated droplets remain <br />Clouds and all that towers above are contained <br /> <br />As small birds fly down... they rest their toes to the edge <br />A few are hesitating in nearby branches of a hedge <br />The pool has become tepid in the sun... as they take a dip <br />Feather friends watch and take notice as they sip <br /> <br />They bathe excitedly with fluttering wings splashing <br />Suddenly taking off in frantic flight... avoiding crashing <br />The churned puddle once again regains its composure <br />Evaporation is diminishing its size... forewarning closure <br /> <br />A luminous crescent moon is mirrored in the miniature lake <br />The drapes of dusk close... to be drawn open when we wake <br />Soon the puddle will be a faint memory, like a passing shadow <br />A layer of mud steals away reflections... it is an unfeeling foe <br /> <br />revised 2/11/2011<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/puddle-reflections/
