Puddle Reflections Poem 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 remain
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 nearby branches of a hedge
The pool has become tepid in the sun... as they take a dip
Feather friends watch and take notice as they sip

They bathe excitedly with fluttering wings 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 layer of mud steals away reflections... it is an unfeeling foe

revised 2/11/2011