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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