A hazy moon
plays on a
night blackened pond
The breeze tickles
the water in
a rolling staccato
Who I am to witness this
wonder?
Would it be just
as alluring
with no living soul
to capture the drama?
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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