Michael Edwards

MEMORIES OF WHAT WILL BE

 

 

 

 

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.