Water
The world turns softly
Not to spill the lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
Hilda Conkling
The world turns softly
Not to spill the lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
Hilda Conkling
Ohhh, I'm loving your various new 'looks' and not the least of which Dick & Jane, Puff & Spot!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem--words I will return to.
Hope your week is good and that you enjoyed your 3-day weekend.
Oh, that is lovely!
ReplyDeleteAnd so is your new blog look - beautiful colors.