Red Jar

The clouds drift by 
In the hot clear sky
A shade of pale white blue.

Reflected in a potter’s jar
Who brought his clay from the river far
Away and stained it fire red.

The jar, a fountain bubbling cool,
Breaks the potter’s holding rule
Instead spouts drink for roses pink.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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