Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Haiku poem by Joyce Riley


Willow deep, pond mirrors
shine, ‘till thirsty sunbeams
drink reflections dry.

Wisteria lights
my path. I see the garden
with each breath I take.

Listen, a stranger
walks in the garden. No, it
is the wind dancing.

Caterpillar spins
a silent, grey cell where life
stirs butterfly wings.

By Joyce Riley

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