Summer Solstice

The lush of the meadow
murmurs morning prayers
to the drowsy estuary;
a cornflower dawn.

In the river – green-ribbon
wefts and weaves like a mermaid’s
curls that go with the flow.

Grass-carp...dart below –
pine for their canopy of stars
as they lance upstream –

glancing olive and bronze;
skimming the surface
by wayward aspen trees.

Above – beside a blameless
sea of blue, white horses
graze the shallows; mares’ tails
drift on by in morphing animation.

A petrel rides the thermals,
and a wood-lark circles still higher –
trills its silver song to greet the sun;

all is new-day hush
and summer-wonderful...

A pair of Trumpeter Swans
perform a flypast – splicing
the quiet of it all.