July 19, 2011

Two Haiku by Brigit Truex

At dawn's edge, heron
steps into pond of black silk.
Water heals itself.


Willow-fall gilds stone.
Beneath the leaf, bare rock.
Which one to treasure?



Brigit Truex has poems in 3Lights Gallery as well as free-verse in such places as Atlanta Review, Tule Review, Innisfree, Tiger's Eye and others as well as various anthologies.  She currently lives and writes in the Sierra foothills of California.

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