Green waterlilies strive to surface,
no flowers yet,
just leaves.
An erratic fountain jutting bubbles
pulsing concentric circles,
raindrops adding patterns within.
All this a carpet over brown leaves
mosses and fish-nests;
the goldfish long-gone
suffocated by weeds,
or heron-picked
one-by-one.
Just the cut-stone pond,
with its leaden rim
and a wooden bench
reminding
of a child at play.
Sutton 2003
