Looking up

Away from 

The reflecting pond

For a moment.

Echoes instead

Sounding a swinging 

to and fro.

I shake loose 


Or so I perceive.


The winds blow

The clouds 

onwards and away,

Trees sway


This cold winters day

And waves lull me

To dream what may 

Come of another day.

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