All Is Calm and Still

A wisp of blue Morning mist Caresses the mirrored lake As a pale yellow sun Slowly filters through; Two Mute Swans Sail effortlessly by In stately splendour. A rivulet trickles Beside a bridge Built of mellow stone; Here field mice Will find refreshment Through their busy day. High above A sycamore tree Not a breath of wind Stirs a single leaf, And down below A Fly Agaric Stands silently proud Like a miniature Red umbrella. Sitting, in his fold-up chair Surveying it all, A lone fisherman Drinks in the scene, And breathes A contended sigh…