It is my choice as a fresh new morning arrives, to sit
Alone by my pool of mystery and ponder the day ahead;
What will it bring into my life? I stare as the brook
Above delivers a small steady stream of water into my
Pool of mysteries, which to my mind, in turn delivers
A part of the oncoming day with its own story to tell.
When left alone, timid and quiet, looking lonely and
Bare, it gets upset by storms. It roils and it boils
And may go on a tear, then slowly an’ gently return to
Her norm. My mate and I loved our mystery pool for
That and all the love she gave us in our together years.
Our pool of mystery; we thank ye, for the bondage you
Helped to serve up between us, cemented deep in our
Hearts and our souls.
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
October 19, 2013