I like to study reflections…

I like to study reflections…
The dipping Willow…
The autumn leaves burning with reds and browns…
And so much more…
All from a mirror of glory.

It as if this whole earth is painted…
Chanting a brave song…
Like a perfect gum ball…
A butterfly puppy.

A reflection ties together lines…
Shades them with a piece of coal…
Spills all the watercolors…
And then does it over and over again.

Sure, some are mixed and mashed together…
Concealing the images with enchantment…
Now you see it, now you don’t…
A bird, a whisk of color, and then a bird again.

Reflections are only a temporary matter…
Like our special moments that disappear too soon…
That is why we have been given a heart and a mind to remember…
Ah yes, one more thing…

Reflections don’t have worry lines.

I love you,

Annie