Outside the window of my coffee house,
A potted plant has just been watered.
Brimming over, the water sinks
Both outside and in.
I watch the waters recede;
The obvious thirst of a parched earth.
Land rises to meet air,
As from Noah’s flood.
The saturated earthen pot
Is bloated; The waters flow,
Released as from a subterranean cavern;
A bubbling, spring surging forth.
Above, the green has brightened,
A sunnier hue of spring
Against the backdrop of shifting white,
Framed within two dreaming hazel eyes.
© Ruth P. – 2016
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