Water violets and lotus bejewel the pond,
lily pads sprinkle the surface, little oasis's
reflecting the sun for painted turtles, dragonflies, and snails.
Silence is a bubble of air floating to its surface,
a butterfly winging its way, a tree limb's leaves
dabbling its reflection;
yet, what is it that lures and whispers "Peer closely",
my eyes squint, search for a crystalline scrim
beneath willow's shade as goosebumps caress my limbs?
Surely fairies who flutter in at dusk,
dance delicately from pad to pad,
feet leaving misty patterns come morn
as wings of gossamer silk
and skin luminous as the moon slip away,
envelope in mist and mystery
leaving me entranced, eagerly wishing
for a glimpse at water's edge.
by Margaret Bednar, March 16, 2020
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