Longing
The ripples on the pond
echo out as the reflections
of years gone by dance
on the surface of the water.
The ghosts of stones thrown
long ago splash and skip
on the elastic glass; competitions
won and lost, memories
made and forgotten, loved ones
here and gone. The autumn
of our hearts comes calling
as the leaves rain down
on the old pond in sync
with the setting sun. One more
rock thrown and a piece
of history will be kept
below the surface
for someone else to uncover.