Let Sleeping Ducks Lie

Morning on the River Lowman, Devon … Photo: WHB – 2017  ©

 

Pillowed heads
nestled
self-cushioned
oblivious
to my interference
in their down time

Dead to the busy world
and to my stare
my attempt
to disturb their lives
with my own

Our only mutual assurance
the comfort
of another sunrise
another day
to forage
to survive
to face
new concerns
different uncertainties

 The inbuilt plight
of all creation
fortified only
by a will
to endure
to survive
and thrive

Inspiration

Waters of the River Lowman, Devon – Photo:  WHB, 2017   ©

 

 

As Lowman meanders
hardly awake
over its pebbled bed
and as clear waters
give back the russet tones
of disturbed sand
of silt-stained rocks
so I muse

Imagination awakes
words flow
with the waters of the stream
transmuting my senses
into visions
of solitude
and silence
of grace in being
delight in life itself

These images
transposed
revisiting me now
with imprinted memories
of awe
of richness
felt in the bones of my youth
replicated now
in the dis-ease of old age