Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
A Waterway Walk.
A sudden gust of misty breeze rushed in
And left pinheads of wet on windblown hair.
Though swans still floated in for late dinner
I had to go and leave them mutely there.
Such galleon-feathered whiteness, rare sight
Which catches breath away, over twenty
Swans together, gracing sunshine's last light,
As clouds loomed in, dropping gloom again.
Where better to see nature, - in array
Along a lake or pond, where goose and duck
Are searching now for nest-sites. Then they lay
Their future broods that when once hatched will look
For all the world like clockwork toys, darting,
So alive to mothers' wings, thus fleeing harm.
Around this watery world I walk, as part
Of daily habit, - - to embrace it's calm.
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