Reflections of Contrails


lily pads cluster
on water sliced by contrails,
new leaves unfurl

Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Even in the quiet places, we humans leave traces on sky and pond. Airplanes pass with a roar, and the contrails last for hours on still days. The trees don’t seem to mind, they just quietly bloom.

Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Doing the Work that Matters for hosting the poetry link-up.

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