leaning by the water’s edge,
lightly rustling leaves.
A sprinkling of coloured stars
glinting in the winter night, creatures
moving through the shallow light.
A flapping ghost, low
above the waving grasses,
sunbeams from the east.
Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Paintings and Flowers’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Paintings and Flowers)