Woven waters

"Sunshine drops a morning wink

A soft warm breeze I sit and think

Across the lake the mallards wait

In southern skies a journeys date

 

The oaks are hung in painted gold

Where pretty words of praise are told

Sounds of life along nature's path

Wonders filled her righteous bath

 

With guide of visions beauty blessed

Through eyes of blue my soul's caressed

I stroll near edges of summers crease

The bluebirds sing and I'm at peace"

 

- poem by Tim Smith

 

PS: I am told this is a Grey Goose by my learned flickr bird spotter friends. I am rubbish at bird naming :)

Done