Reflections Poem by gershon hepner

What is lovelier than a tree?
Its reflection in the water.
That’s what some observers see
in reflection by a daughter
of a mother. Both beloved
bask in one another’s glory,
though young people tend to covet
sequels, I praise prequels’ glory.

Inspired by Linda’s comment to me when, in in Č esky Krumlov, she showed me a photograph of a reflection of a tree in the Vltava River which I had taken while, rowing down this river with her. Her response to my poem was this poem:

Something lovelier than a tree
is the thought upon it. Boating.
down the river Vlaty, he
wrote a poem, idly floating.
In the drifting, idly she
commented on deep reflections
in the ripples; meanwhile he
added to his versed collections

7/27/07