Haiku
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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