REFLECTION

At sunset

she drowses.

A gentle breeze

fondles the

midnight masses

of her tangled hair

and riffles the pages

of her book of verse.

Her wax-pale

features glow,

effulgent

as alabaster.

Nestled in the

gently swaying

hammock, her delicate,

tapering fingers

trail like willow

leaves over the edge

of the koi pond.

Waking from a reverie

she watches curiously

as fish lip the inky surface,

nibbling gently at

the moon.