reflections

[johnny trance]

reflections
only know the sun
and the surface
and cannot feel the
warmth of a kiss
shared beside a
winter's pond

painted with skates
and smiles,
and with trees hanging
overhead
their naked branches
cuddled against the breeze

reflections cannot
see what made them be
so clear under
january's
sleepy sun

[Ryan McBain]

Ahh, I don't really care for happy poems, but this is well written. And you used the sun in this piece.

[johnny trance]

i wouldn't describe this as a "happy" poem actually. its really just a description of a winter day but thanks for the feedback.