at the river
Mirror, mirror tell me please…
No, I don’t need to know the answer,
I don’t want to compete.
Here at the river the life is quiet
and the bugs are my company.
Plenty of bees brushing my pollen,
drinking from my tiny cups,
as long as I am not alone here
the answer is not important.
In response to the Writing 101 with a word prompt Reflection here is my entry:
The face inside the rain drop
I stood amazed
when I saw the little face
hidden inside the drop.
I felt like I am looking
through a fragile ball of glass
yet I saw the baby’s gentle smile,
touching its tiny lips,
does it want to say something?
I stood amazed,
thinking “am I still dreaming?”
or am I already awake
looking at this innocent baby face.
This photo I took some months ago after a calm rainy evening. It was very nice as the drops calmly hang on the top of the pine needles .
When I edited my photos and zoomed in this one I wondered about the face inside the drop. I was thinking it is maybe my reflection but… if you look closer it looks more like a tiny baby inside a rain drop.
Well it is all up to you what you can exactly see. The imagination doesn’t know borders. ☺
Vag river and Trencin’s Castle, Slovakia
Vag river – the silent mirror
These were my best moments while my residence in my birth town. Walks by the river and enjoying the calmness. The river was mostly very still and the reflections just beautiful.
how the dark blue can turn to colourful garden
One nice afternoon I saw this beautiful reflection on my father’s dark blue car. Thanks God I have always at least my small camera with me…