Perfect Day

The lochan calm, unruffled, in repose, the wind retreated to the mountain top, sky blue reflected in a shimmering haze, and hillsides freshly bathed in summer hue. With birdsong round the open door, where early rosebuds greet the sun, it’s then, with winter past, we may give thanks for such a perfect day.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 7/1/2021 12:49:00 PM

- It sounds like a beautiful day ... enjoy it, Peter :) - // Anne-Lise :)

Peter Rees
Date: 7/3/2021 4:37:00 AM

Thanks Anne-Lise . Nice to hear from you.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 7/1/2021 7:41:00 AM

Peter, Imagined from a keen mind. Oh, to lie down and rest a weary head in such a day. -Richard

Peter Rees
Date: 7/3/2021 4:38:00 AM

Thanks Richard. I second that emotion.

Gary Radice

Date: 7/1/2021 5:22:00 AM

There's a lovely feeling and atmosphere conjured up by your words Peter. I'm there in Scotland (lochan) as I read. A poem in another breath too perhaps, for the gradual opening up from Covid restrictions? Maybe? Maybe not. Just lovely though. Cheers - Gary

Peter Rees
Date: 7/1/2021 6:34:00 AM

Thanks Gary. Yes, Scotland. This poem written to accompany a painting by Ruth Bond of Harris in the Outer Hebrides. Gradual opening up from Covid ? Yes, why not ? I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks for your comment.