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