Prompt Writes: love

A simple drop in a still pond,

unfurling ripples in satin slips

scattering water bugs

and bringing disorder to what was so orderly prior.


This drop,

this sudden onslaught,

welcomed and cherished, ripples ever onward.


I stop.
I consider.
I remember a time before,

way back before,

when it was only water bugs and stillness.


This drop you brought,

tender in its path but often disturbing of the surface -

joyful drop,
painful drop,
heavenly drop,
comforting drop,
adventurous drop.


I watch the pattern unfold.
My heart is glad.