LINES  BESIDE THE
GARDEN POND


I sway, as if to breathe
the passing breezes tail –

the water sighs
in confirmation
of the lilies dance.

Beneath this clouded
water’s front,
I witness gold and ruddy sprites,

a piscine dance –

a knowing prelude
to their feeding spree.

                             


                             Malcolm Evison
                              1 July 2005