Circles in the water

My father asked me yesterday, at about dinnertime: "Have you drawn anything new? Have you written any poetry?" Answer to both questions was at the time, "No, I have not. :(" Well, it seems like a trip to the Botanical Garden and a lingering fascination with some very pretty circles made by waterdrops falling in the stream there helps in getting over months-old writer's-block. :P Enjoy!

Circles

I have seen the circles in the water,

And read in them the hour of our time:

Wave upon wave they came, like the chatter

Of birds arguing in the vineyard climb.

Night has wept dewdrops in the grassy field,

And in my garden; their lights overspill

And what was once a secret so well sealed

From night to day became a joy tranquil.

And though all winds and things be circling fair,

I hold the roundness of a wedding band

As with a spray of flowers in my hair

It rests in the palm of my hand.

The scent of flowers and silver-gilt leaves,

With the stars trapped in the light of the moon –

How artful these circles, these expert thieves!

To hide my blush in skies with awe bestrewn.

Yet why ever should I blush, after all?

Circles I love: they have the perfection

Of spray hitting against an old seawall –

Sweet, dear, tender balm of repetition!

Am I coy; am I infuriating?

Oh really now! I am simply confused

As to how to make the weave of telling

Match these wondrous circles with moon infused.

15 July 2011