Poems by Elizabeth Spencer Spragins

On Reflection

a silent tree frog

clings to broken shelves of stone

rippled by the breeze

water colors blend and blur

illusions of perfection

 

Beads

clusters of black pearls

press into the palms of clouds—

a broken necklace

that slips between my fingers

rains upon this garden path


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