Wednesday 16 April 2008
AN APRIL DAY
There is a stillness here trapped by water
A place where time hangs suspended
Caught like a dragonfly in frozen elevation...
Pressed like a precious flower
Between the pages of a yellow book...
Every bush and tree and jumping fish
Performing to a symphony of calm,
And the ochred furze on riverbank applauds
As the swan and water hen lithely skim
Their silent, graced ovation...
And every breath and bough that stirs
Cranes a neck to see the ebbing light
Of such a sweet and pleasant April day.