Thursday, July 8, 2010

Puddle Reflections by Theresa Ann Moore

After a continuous rain there is a collection.
Staying awhile is a pool of captured reflection.
An accumulation of congregated droplets remained.
The clouds and all that towers above are contained.

As small birds fly down, they rest their toes to the edge.
A few are hesitating in the nearby branches and a hedge.
The pool has become tepid in the sunas they take a sip.
Feather friends watch and take notice as they take a dip

They bathe excitedly, with fluttering wings and splashing.
Suddenly taking off in frantic flight; avoiding crashing.
The churned puddle once again regains its composure.
Evaporation is diminishing its size; forewarning closure.

A luminous crescent moon is mirrored in the miniature lake.
The drapes of dusk close, to be drawn open when we wake.
Soon the puddle will be a faint memory, like a passing shadow.
A crust of mud steals away reflections; it is an unfeeling foe.


Joanne Olivieri said...

Your feathered friend is adorable and how cool to see those clouds reflected in the pond - great shots.

Leora said...

What a beautiful, painterly photo. Looks like a lovely scene.

Love the water under the bird - so touchable.

Sylvia K said...

Beautiful shots as always! Love the reflections and the little bird! What a cute little guy he is! And what lovely words! Perfect match! Happy SWF! Hope you have a wonderful weekend!


Kcalpesh said...

You've brilliantly captured the reflecting sky! Awesome!!

Eaglesbrother said...

A great way to reflect on the reflections of a puddle.
Good capture.

Pearl Maple said...

Darling photo of the little bird and great photo for Sky Watch Friday.

LadyFi said...

Lovely puddle - and such great philosophical worlds.

syel said...

was it a poem? it really befits the photos in it :)