Amid the melting snow, the statues of nubile girls and boys
on a fountain danced in the bright sun.
The centerpiece of the fountain, a young woman
led the group with her cymbals, her green
figure set off perfectly against the blue sky.
Just over a day later, rain storms swept into the area,
making the bare trees dance in the night
as the rain beat against the windows,
adding their own rhythms to greet
the approaching spring.
as the rain beat against the windows,
adding their own rhythms to greet
the approaching spring.
6 comments:
That's a lovely sculpture and stands out beautifully against the sky.
She ought to be careful with those things; she's already caught the top of her dress once.
a great flowing sculpture
Hello, William. I agree that the colors really compliment each other, making the sculpture look especially beautiful.
And Dive, she's just damn lucky she only pinched her dress off with those cymbals.
Hi, Gerald. Thanks for dropping by. The sculpture is at the top of a fountain. She's playing her cymbals for a group of young people dancing around her. There are also carp spitting water, as carp do in fountains all over the world, I suppose. I thought I had an image of the fountain showing more of the figures, but couldn't find it last night.
Lovely image and poem!
Thank you, Linda, but what po'm? I just stick words together to say something about my pictures, then the graphic designer in me tries to break the lines into easily readable lines.
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