Goldfinch60

Sitting By My River.

I sit by My River, the sun shining softly about me;

The water gliding slowly by, with barely a ripple

To break its smooth passage as it passes by,

Seemingly to eternity

 

A circle of ripples break the mirror-like surface

As a fish kisses the air from below the water;

The ripples slowly getting wider and less distinct,

Until they disappear, and all is smooth again.

 

Swans glide by, imperious in their looks.

Their feathers so white and precisely formed;

Their reflections in the water, so perfect,

That they are indistinguishable from the real.

 

The slow passage of a barge creeps by,

A friendly wave of acknowledgement

Between myself and those on board;

Enjoying their life at four miles per hour.

 

The speed and sibilance of a canoe pass,

Causing barely a wave as the slim hull

Cuts through the water with absolute ease;

The waves sighing at the river bank beneath me.

 

Ducks with their iridescent green heads

Come swimming by, squabbling and quacking

In search of food and females,

Until they climb onto the bank to rest.

 

I leave My River, safe in the knowledge

That it will always be there for me;

For those days when I need the peace,

And the calm, that it brings to me.