The Placid Stream

I sat beside the placid stream

(How surface smooth a stream can seem)

Reflections clear as polished glass

Down to the smallest blade of grass

Made up its fine point tapestry

From time to time with nature's sigh

A windy ripple passed me by

And hid the vision from full view

'Til time and stream restored it to

A mirrored vision as before

                    Howard Voyles

Howard Voyles ©