Lost 

In the spring, the fields and ditches 

flood beside the lake.

When the wind is calm,

the pools are still, 

And the sky is overcast.

The reflections create a monochrome world.

Driving by,

Eye darting from pool to pool 

You can get lost 

From the world that is your own.


The beauty found in these reflections 

is otherworldly yet simple.

Like the most elegant black and white 

photography.

And you long for a world similar


But as the summer gets hot, 

The pools will disappear,

And so will the beauty.