Flowers of colour under summer blue

Daisy chains bind maidens tight

Bluebells ring out their charming spell

 

The river's reflection may not be

what you want to see

 

The seasons shout hello but whisper goodbye

Spring colours into life; grey memories, white swans

neglected lighthouses

forgotten

 

I would like to wish you all well

as I can't think of anything to write

 

The river asks me to jump

and invites me with its charm

of uneasy tension.

 

Let me yield to this

subconscious impulse.