The Edge

She skipped along the edge of the lake,

her refection dancing upon it's clear smooth surface,

soft hair flowing

in the cool November breeze...

singing a melodic autumn song

while happily tossing flower petals

into the water...

and as I watch from the thicket

at the edge of the woods,

I am mesmerized by her charm

when it occurs to me...

I have never seen the lake

look more beautiful

Reviews

[Amy R]

I enjoyed reading such a sweet poem,
I liked the imagery in this poem as well!

-Amy

[willweb]

Thanks so much

[Amy R]

You're welcome.

[Kim S.]

This is a beautiful write. I enjoyed this, I felt a longing in your words

[willweb]

Thank you so much