Pond Lily

A short poem I wrote for my sister.

With thick

White, spotless petals

It sticks

To the slippery stillness

And spills its succour

To black flies

Under

Blue skies

In the humid heat

Of the sweating sun.

The looming green rim

Approaches while

Silvery fish swim;

One swallows an emerald amphibian

Aiming for it's reflection

And ripples with it's tail,

Causing the loss of

A frail

Snow petal. It drifts away

From the pure pale pupil

Of the watery hollow.

A single snow petal,

More to follow.