Reflections, the suns magic finger

Painting across my living room walls

And far beyond where I cannot see

A glass bowl becomes a magic pool

Of blue-green water.

I imagine a fairy swimming there

Her morning bath to start the day.

When the sun dips down

She is gone for another day.

On steel grey walls

Suns reflective finger weaves its spell

Of dancing lights where shadows form

To paint the black away…

©Anita Dawes


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