Reflections

The pond is a blue mirror
holding the tree still
for the camera

Underground water
seeps to the sunlit pool -
dreams recollected

Mist in the valley -
on three ponds, the lightest wash
of watercolour

She treads carefully
down the slate steps to the pond,
between silences

Five goldfish flicker
above five goldfish shadows -
a heron watches

The surface ripples
above deep stone shadows
making them shiver

Underwater green
holds true to its own stillness,
erasing all scripts

Scatter-tracks of fish
on the pond’s rippling surface -
shadows far below

Rain patters lightly,
touching the weed-filled pond
with cool caresses

The cloud has come down
to the still pond. They mingle,
substance and shadow

The cow contemplates
her own reflection, stirring
among wet reeds

Moorhens dip and glide,
breaking the surface tension -
their skyscape ripples