The river waters
Take their time
Slowly meandering
Through fragrant
meadows
Copse and wood
Rural idylls all
Where time stands
still.
Swans use a quiet ait
As an islet sanctuary
But the quiet waters
Though slow of purpose
Have no time to dwell
And are reluctantly
Bound for the sea
Above a moonlit meadow
The stars begin to
shine
As I plight my troth
in earnest
And hope to make you
mine
The opaque mists
Blur and soften
Disguising the
landscape
Hiding from sight
Until the sun warms
And burns the mist
away
Inhabiting the margins
Of the water’s edge
The waterfowl are
found
Hid amongst the sedge
The millpond water
In the sultry air
Stood eerily still
its mirrored surface
Reflected its image
In crystal clarity
So perfectly still
That the millpond
water
Could have been
A looking glass
For young Alice
To enter wonderland
So ungainly on the ground
Quite displeasing to
the eye
But when they
effortlessly
Spread their wings and
fly
They perform a
graceful ballet
Across the bright blue
sky
The sharp-eyed sparrows
Darting to and fro
Examine the soil
Disturbed by the hoe
Picking out a morsel
And off they go
