all that matters

Well, today's picture and poem are a bit special - not just because it's my 365th blip, of this journal ...

... but because I happen to know the author of this just-released, 2016 volume rather well :-)

Here is my *very* favourite poem from within:


A Water Cycle

Morning sun lights up the streetscape.
She's off to school, she says goodbye,
splashing, splattering her uniform.
I respect your calm reflections.
I see myself in you,
and know you flow within.

Oceans swell and waves sweep in,
and out, forging this seascape.
With highs and lows of you,
the tide falls, revealing sand nearby;
rock pools cast reflections
of gathering clouds that form

above, rain drops form,
falling pitter patter and she runs in
and dreams; lost in reflections
of open water and escape
to where? It's by the bye;
all that matters, is she's with you.

Sometimes, a temper rages in you.
The wind rises, you transform;
ripples turn to waves, water rushes by,
forcing its way in.
There should be no scapegoat.
No time for reflections.

The flood has no patience for reflections,
tearing out the roots of the yew.
As you rampage through the landscape;
showing no mercy, you deform
a bridge on the way to the inn.
Cars tossed in the torrent surging by.

Waters retreat, days go by
and meadows freeze with frosty reflections.
Children laugh, wrapped up in
Winter woollies, sliding with you;
ice-skating, they like to perform,
part of this ever changing Winterscape.

I'm no passer by, I know you;
I know your reflections and admire the form
of mirror in the landscape.

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Sue McKendrick (1966 -  )

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