The Summer Pool

Poem By William Cosmo Monkhouse

Strings of tones waving waves
Never ending
With its peace in time and ripples
Swiftly deep pools
Stone and water come together
In the lost of the two
Every dropp clings an ending
From the rain pouring down

You and I knitting wings
Under the leaves
Flowers of morning their red cleaving it
In with dreams of fall
Hue rugs massed down in circle
Only to be close together
Knowing them one by one
Beautiful names of summer

Autumn’s sundown light
Windows so passive
Above blossoms angels white
And the pulsing sounds
Of our shadows
Water around the dark stones
Mistiness in its moods
Waiting for rime mirrors

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