Along the bank of the Dee (Chester)

Across the ancient bridge,

down the steps…..

Away from the traffic’s steady thrum

and the weir’s relentless rush

On past the water wheel…

At last I hear harmonious birdsong

and relax,

having fled the hubbub and the masses

A light rain cools

me, and speckles my glasses

I see wonderful nature

Scared squirrels skitter up leafy trees

Unruffled ducks shelter in the bank’s light rushes

Moorhens perch precariously on overhanging branches

On the river, seagulls splash and preen,

imperious swans appear elegant and serene

Herons still and steadfast in pursuit

stalk atop boughs, boats, and barges

Under Victoria’s bridge I pass,

smiling and nodding to fellow escapees,

later to be entranced

by a mallard couple and their bow wave v’s

Eventually the path widens for a wildflower vista

where like others in their idylls,

my dreams glisten