Like little soldiers,
they stand guard, watching, waiting
atop Duck’s Island.
Lake Cunningham
Haiku: Beautiful Reflection
A ripple of clouds
bathed in sunlight, reflected
in Mother’s deep eyes.
Like little soldiers,
they stand guard, watching, waiting
atop Duck’s Island.
A ripple of clouds
bathed in sunlight, reflected
in Mother’s deep eyes.
Whisperings 