The blustering wind echoes through the trees
Swishing branches in the rain seemed to roam
Lilies waving greetings by the rushing weir
Rough rock faces looking, as if there just to tease
Glimpsing through the torrents and the foam.
Swans and ducks paddling the ruffled lake near
Starlings designing the sky, swooping as if to please
Before flying for a new life in an autumn home,
Murmurating acrobats: singing a melody of cheer
A little white egret by the bank feeding in the breeze
A moorhen slicing water, calling like a metronome
A black squirrel vanishing in the thicket by the mere
Dappled muntjac in the wood resting in the gloam
This treasured place, I’m here to be at peace, alone
© Christopher 2025
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