~
it’s hard to keep my feet,
on the treacherous
wet planks, as I peer
over the rail into the
turbulent spate,
it’s coloured a dull green
like Vaseline and races
angrily beneath me,
today, it’s hard to believe
we sometimes paddle knee
deep under this bridge,
even the beautiful egret
is out of her depth today,
her yellow boots just visible
in the lower branches
of the willow, soon it will be
the close season again and
the birds will have the lake
back for themselves, giving
nature a chance to breathe
and we, an opportunity to
marvel at its resilience
*
© Graham R Sherwood 02/26
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