Wind blows leaves silver,
rain silvers windows,
silvered flute tones
riff among the horns and strings
on the radio
I seek something similar,
silvern, shimmering,
slick as bright fish
darting flashing in my
rippling waters within,
a prize worth keeping,
worth keeping my streams
pure for.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2017
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