Tag: puddles

rusty puddles

rain comes down upon the range,

and something strange befuddles

all the people passing through:

the sight of rusty puddles.

in all those pools of opaque orange,

an iron oxide’s found–

it seeps into the water here

up from the rusty ground.

and yes, year after year, that rust

into our world seeps;

perhaps someday we’ll rust away–

i’ve heard it never sleeps.

–photo by me

Puddles

findip

Life is a well-puddled road;

In body, I charge down it

And muddy up the waters;

In mind, I avoid the pits

And seem to learn little;

In spirit, I stay above it

And watch it all unfold.

When I look back to

Reflect on my journey,

I see one dynamic soul

With muddy feet,

A confused look,

And an easy laugh.

–Photo by me