by the water’s edge
a stroke of loneliness hits
a small pine drowning
by the water’s edge
a stroke of loneliness hits
a small pine drowning
lily pads in bloom
sky and trees amongst the grass
shimmering and blue
how quiet the pond
reflecting clouds and stillness
the scent of cedar
seen by captive eyes
through lily pads and reeds
the magic of light
life as a tulip
bending, flowing, surviving
renaissance woman
your mind was elsewhere
as seen in your reflection
captured by my heart
mirror images
bouncing back with eagerness
mystery of self