Swirling dappled mist
grey balanced on water green
into blue they move
keeping watch for something
in their mind
living their life of calm.
Flapping wings lift through
haze of shadows reflect the light
creeping through to burn a hole
to seep into the poets soul.
Water sprays on endless rock
as fishermen wait with patient airs
and the flock moves bobbing on tiny waves
as we walk into the murky haze.
Days of new I see here now
the wings of beauty draw closer somehow
and sit beside they pose a spell
then flying off into the cloud
I wish them well.