One quiet moment

Vacant tables huddle together

Against wind that finds freedom

On water that stretches beyond vision:

Ripping up ripples;

Rattling reeds;

Buffeting ducks and geese

Until they rise

In a cacophony of goodbyes,

Threading the sky

With cursive wings.

For a moment

The wind drops.

Everything is still –

Even rusty leaves.

Brittle branches

Stop tapping

On the window

For one quiet moment

In winter on the Broads.

©Kim M. Russell, 2015

Through the window