The Poetry of Reflections

Reflections
dissolve the tree
that thinks it’s autumn

into lines and waves
and a woman photographing
something hidden standing
in front the tree –

perhaps a child on a bike
her daughter
or her grandchild

writing on the ripples
of water’s time
a winter’s day to

remember
a cycle at the gardens.

Tirra Lirra
watches the water
before she sings

‘May they always be happy.’

She projects
her new autumn dress
into the ripples.

If only she had a bike
to ride back through time
instead of a bike
to ride as a ghost.

She sings herself a
ripple into the water

floats into the poets
that watch for her
in reflections –

something hidden inside the poem

for artists
to watch and sing for.

(c) June Perkins

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