Silent Buoy.

Silently watching my sweet silent buoy

over golden stitched ripples of riparian waves

though unnatural colours

Blend in with hushed charm

your bangles of safety

adorn reaching arms

 

through tree lined embankments

and boatbuilders cries

your bright orange cloak

rarely catches our eyes

so thank you for standing out cold

winters days

and waiting there patiently

through midsummer haze .

Done