Image Marriages – 10

Wind that blows through blooms distributes scents
while music blooms from lips through instruments.

Pond-mirrored trees grow downward to a sky
through which no bird, but maybe fish can fly.

Reflected on the surface of a pond,
yellow maples color ripples blonde.

Where trees transition to the rock-strewn shore,
the waves and sand play games, without a score.

Descendant of the stars, you are an heir
to riches, such as sunshine in your hair.

When misery obscures your view, its fog
lifts in the joyful greeting from your dog.

True riches are of soul, not revenue,
as flesh falls and leaves just residue.

Mario A. Pita

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