By the Moorings

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

Stunning images of Kingfisher
Image found on theguardian.com

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.

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20 thoughts on “By the Moorings

    1. What a day yesterday! We ordered a new cooker (the other one broke down completely) and then in the afternoon, for my mum’;s birthday, a mother and baby deer visited our garden. Mojo goes out now (it’s taken ages – she’s already two) and she crouched close to the ground, watching the deer the whole time! Nature is the best. 😉

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  1. kaykuala

    t shakes droplets from its feathers,
    raises its beak and escalates
    into the crystalline azure

    Mission accomplished with clock-work precision.

    Hank

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