Swimming by the Sawmill at Golant

 

looking under the bridge 

I see the morning tide

rush past

 

and the heron

light on the unleafed tree

pointing downriver with its beak

 

mud bubbles

drop a thin drift

through the clear water

 

as friends and swans

spread out

across the quiet pond

 

around them

ripples gather the

sky and trees together

 

beside the vertical steps

steam rises

from the rust eaten rail

 

in a slow curve

the heron flies off

looking for breakfast

 

 

 

19th September 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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