When Her Eyes are Green

 The misty olive colored water has reflections
Its raining
And the reflections are muddled with rings
Rings that spiral out and out
Not quite reaching me
My hand
Where is sit on the wooden bench
Under my umbrella spattered with pink flowers and rain
Drops that fall and roll and stay just on the edge
Until another pushes it aside
Like tears
Hanging on at my chin until another
Rolls down and screams until the first one falls
Like the ripple effect
Reflected in the misty olive colored water
The same color as my eyes
On certain days
Like today, I know they are not gray today, not blue
I tuck my legs in under me but my toes still feel the rain
Cold soft rain
Splattering through sandals
Its starting to pound the umbrella harder
But the dogwood flowers just smile and wave
My toes are taking a beating now
I can barely see the water down the hill, the lake of
Misty olive colored water
Is hidden from view
And the rain
It pours down
All around
Like the tears that stain my shirt and make me shiver
Dark circles, perfect circles spreading out
Touching each other, holding hands
Remind me of the ripples, the rings down in the lake
Not quite reaching me
My hand
Its raining
And I can hear the song its singing
Down there
in the misty olive colored water