Ronald Chapman

Ripples - Poem by Ronald Chapman

In the warm morning sun,
Sitting on a bench,
Watching ripples of sunshine in the pond,

Echoing thoughts,
From summer’s past,
In reflecting ripples,

Autumn leaves falling,
Autumn leaves floating on ripples,

Says cold days are coming soon,

Rose peddles have disappeared,
Shades of red, yellow, purple, orange, and blue, blanket the roads,

Says cold days are almost here,

Sitting on a bench alone,
Seeing only my reflection in the ripples,

Says that cold days are already here.

Topic(s) of this poem: autumn, love and loss, missing you

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

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