weavers in the sky

with beauty

a flight

diving

threading

unseen silk

between through

above below

creating

diaphanous

gossamer

invisible

cloth

swallows

weavers in the sky

One perfect evening

I remember

one perfect evening

last summer

afloat on the river

our boat

hull shining blue

tied to her mooring

drifting with flow


Perceuil river
sheltered peaceful
burgee fluttering
shrouds rattling music

tidal with river

contra directions

high, low tides

water is mistress

pair of swans knocking

using their beaks

polite but insistent

grunting together

warm air wafting

gentle caressing

surface rippling

concentric circles

egrets flapping

into tree tops

settling resting

tranquil repose

listening now

the end of the day

nothing is moving

swathed by the silence

light merging

with night

all is subdued

world sleeps 'til the morn

My garden in early summer.

Sit on the wooden seat

enjoy life around.

Surrounded by flowers

shrubs boldly bloom

azaleas purple, pink, white

rosemary's delicate flower.

Honeysuckle perfumes

pervade my garden

hedgerow now green

stitchwort cascade.

Bumble bees eden
sounds in the air
activity surrounds

glorious world.

Air growing chill

light fades into dusk

swallows are feeding

swooping dancing.

Goldfinches feeding

moths begin to appear

quietening garden

bat flits then another.

Tawny owl hoots

so nearly dark

crescent moon shining

air is so still.

Time to retreat

from my elysian garden.

Oystercatchers

standing where sea meets land

a crowd has gathered

gossiping incessantly

chatting without pause

black and white their uniforms

suddenly they fly

circling excitedly

sound of wings and voice pervades the air

leisurely landing

a little further up the shore

they reconvene

continue without pause

this futile conversation

without quality or depth

just chattering for ever