AMIDST THE REEDS AND RUSHES

 

Amidst the reeds and rushes

Dragonflies hover by the river still

Where the weeping willows

Drooping branches spill

THE RIVER WATERS

 

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

 

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

 

The opaque mists

Blur and soften

Disguising the landscape

Hiding from sight

Until the sun warms

And burns the mist away

INHABITING THE MARGINS

 

Inhabiting the margins

Of the water’s edge

The waterfowl are found

Hid amongst the sedge

THE MILLPOND WATER

 

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

WATERFOWL

 

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