Halcyon Day Poem by Neil Crawford

I saw a Kingfisher once, watchful on a rock,

down by the valley brook.


A small, wise voice said to me...

'study this carefully, you may never see it again,


Except perhaps in films or books,

but never in the sun kissed flesh'.


The turquoise, gold and flashing green

combined to split the amber stream.


I stood, transfixed, as in a dream,

a second from an afternoon


Colourful, ephemeral, captured

by the mind's obedient camera.