Harp and her reflection

Harp and her reflection

 

I erect a harp by the mirror lake.

In the mirror I gaze at her grace,

And beauty that ain’t empty or fake. 

When autumn breeze wrinkles her face,

I hear fallen leaves pluck her string.  

And see tender green decorate her reflection. 

Harp sings a song of mesmerizing spring,

Till I tie autumn with affection.