Broken Reflections br br If every lake was ever still br and sky was ever frozen hard, br then what would make our dreaming fill br in rippled wonder’s altered yard? br br For each would be embraced the same br as icy mirrors fixed in crime; br no matter whereabouts we came br we’d always be squeezed firm in time. br br And there a change would never come br where old was older still in death, br and dry as stalks in summer sun, br we’d never take a lively breath. br br br © RH Peat 8292010 7: 12 pm br form: 3 quatrains 12 lines br Rhyme Scheme abab cdcd efef br Intent: variety is the spice of life.