Vernal

  

The pools are temporary

Full for a time

Drying up now, receding 

They leave their stain

Upon the flattened leaves

Like symbols 

The likenesses of Gods

Nearly forgotten

Ghosting the niches

In human consciousness

Trailing shared memories 

Across the timeless skies

Watching, waiting

For their inevitable filling

To begin again.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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