Swans… peaceful, alluring,
Just beyond reach
Quietly, serenely stirring
Winter fantasies.
Floating like dreams that demurely
Waft upon the lapping waters
Of our mind, deliberately
Interrupting,
The webbed ways of our thinking.
Slowly, sweetly, swishing
Through hours and days.
When watching swans on a frozen lake, nothing seems to perturb them. They just gently float along, watching yet not making waves.
There is so much to learn from nature.
May you find strength and calm on your journey.
The icy waters always melt.
Ideas may be somewhat illusive,
Yet, look around,
Everything is bound to be well,
Eventually.
All the best,
Trina
Lovely poem Trina.
Your poem is so soothing, Trina.