Dappled light dances upon water
and ribbons spill through the trees.
Lilacs lend sweetness to the air,
as horsetail clouds wander overhead
adding a whimsical mystery.
Mist moves across the field
like spirits floating.
The lake is brushed by the breeze as
a swan, neck echoing graceful curves
of a willow bough draping from sky to water,
is wayward nonchalance.
Her mother-of-pearl breast a courtliness
of buoyancy, is slow-motion dignity
as she takes a slow ethereal ride,
her balance poised elegance,
an illusion of peace and perfection.
Stones huddle at the edge of the water
as the reed-thin echo of bird song
plays in the air.
Treasured butterfly moments.
I swim out of myself.
Rose Lefebvre ©