Picture a page
weeping trees and tall grass,
reaching out to one another.
Green upon green surrounding a pond
lilies dancing on the waters surface.
A bridge joins one side to another.

My eyes closed I’m there.
Water trickling upon its self,
ripples made by dragonflies.
The morning’s sun peeking through the trees,
kissing the flashes of pinks and whites,
caressing the touch of blues and purples.
The remains of the night’s chill
tickling my naked legs.
A promise of the days warmth,
spreading across my upturned face.

© Carole Cardellia