The Pond Poem by Karen van Wyk

Days of old, days new.
Roaming along,
the waters edge.
Skipping stones from long ago!
Cutting winding vines of thorny deeds.
Whilst, protecting flesh from a bleed.
Silken flowers wave in the breeze.
On the edge beneath a tree.
A promise... a story?
Glimpse the future seeds.
Plop!
A rock floats to muddy depths.
A spider weaves its intrigued web.
Eyes peering from across the way.
Watching!
Waiting to fly away!
Ripples jump from shore to shore.
Atop, a leaf spins to explore.
Small fleeting signs!
Dancing to the waters design.