Right time, right place

In London quite early
(I was up with the lark)
So it’s still very quiet
in St James’ park

And just there by the lake
as I happenchanced by
A picture of heaven
for a smile and a cry

When swans fly

When swans fly it is with grace
sustained with effort there
Slender necks streamlined in flight
elite and debonair

Ouroboros

The swan of midnight blue
Circles about the lake.

An octagon, an orb of deep ribbon;
She is inside herself as a death, medieval

Swans Within : Musette

Poetry challenge: musette poem.
 
 

hold me
till I reach out
to be