MEMORIES OF WHAT WILL BE
The dew-beads wait like clinging tears
until the hour of memories
when pipe-drips form and gently fall
reflecting sparkling rainbow hues
displacing rippling symmetry
upon the glittering water’s guise.
Stream-hovering dragonflies on wing
where shadowed ferns sleeve sleeping banks
and purling currents ruffle stones
time-smoothed by water’s flow.
A place where shadows fall ahead
with memories of what will be.