lakes (Remove filter)
Trout
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
...
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Recent Comments
Stephen Atkinson on Song Of Hope
6 hours ago
Marla Joy on Favorite Poet
7 hours ago
Sarah pritchard on Write Out Loud looks back … at the early days of lockdown. How did poets cope?
9 hours ago
Julian Jordon on Write Out Loud looks back … at the early days of lockdown. How did poets cope?
12 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Day Of Liberation
12 hours ago
julie callaghan on The World We Live In
14 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Around the Law in 80 Days
19 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Around the Law in 80 Days
20 hours ago
Luke on Dion
1 day ago
Wordseffectbrew on Lakewalk
1 day ago