"Reflections" [Photo by NS]
Also the title of a poem I wrote many years ago...
Many reflections
Can be made from one,
Just throw a stone,
Turn around and run.
The scattered pieces
Will tell no lies,
But will withhold the secrets
Of another time.
A shattered image
Can sometimes be sad,
Yet it could be a blessing
If the image was bad.
To put the pieces together
Would leave jagged lines,
You must build anther image,
With the maker, Father Time.
Nancy S. Smith; "Reflections"; "On the Threshold of a Dream (Vol. III)", The National Library of Poetry; Stevens, Cynthia A., Editor; 1992; p. 242
Stay warm everyone.
