Reeds: 1985_WaterColor1 by Carol Hershey

12/10/08_Make-up_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo

Here, amongst the reeds
And the pure blue watering hole
I've lain down my ring of darkness
And my flower of light.
This is where I come;
Here, as the breezes ruffle my reflection
Into brittle shards,
I become a willow tree,
Bending so spryly down
To kiss the blue glass -
That broken and flowing face,
Truth.