It's Still Life

River Reflections

trees bow toward their sleeping echoes;
the bridge repeats itself in hush;
the water holds two heavens at once.
        — three-line jueju in English

winter river stills—
trees and bridge breathe twice in glass,
sky drifts underneath.
        — haiku

Written for Ink In Thirds “Reflections” ©Misky 2006-2025.