The Visitor
Each day we have a visitor, sometimes close, sometimes far
It journeys unruffled by the cold, wind or rain
A spectacle of ice white, graceful in its walk, like an earth borne cloud of white
Or resting, laying in the moor, ever looking, head turning
Then it wanders, slowly walking to find a new place
Once more to halt, so peaceful, so quiet
Then in a moment it flies, runs, takes to the air, feathers spread, neck long
beating long wide wings, it soars, turns, sometimes to return to land
Sometimes it lifts above the trees and is gone
The land seems empty without it yet we know
It will come to visit us once more
Nov 2021
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2021
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