Flickering in rainbow haste,
It comes to our chance meeting.
Following its’ pebbled path,
It laughs in liquid greeting.
Sunshine bright and full of life,
It may stop, but not for long.
Merrily leaping on its’ way,
It leaves us with a happy song..
Now it’s only a memory
Of an Autumn afternoon,
Someplace I’ve been before
And hope to return to soon.
Karl Stuart Kline
circa 1970
Karl Stuart Kline
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-23-mountain-stream/
