At the bottom of the garden,
just beyond the gate
is a perfect, peaceful bench
where I can sit and wait
in the company of dragonflies,
swans and their faithful mates.
Soothed by sun-spangled water,
hypnotised by boats, I anticipate
a flash, a kingfisher flame
to skitter low and coruscate,
bubble and ripple in the river,
dart and dive below the water.
It shakes droplets from its feathers,
raises its beak and escalates
into the crystalline azure.
Kim M. Russell, 5th July 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Peace is every Step
Paul is hosting this Thursday from a woodland cabin and talking about peace. He is interested in how and where we find it; what it looks and feels like; and can we have peace when others do not? He has shared a poem by Wendell Berry to help us find inspiration.