Clear air
A gentle southerly
The bass note
Blowing softly.
Skylarks singing
In a silver sky
Almost beyond sensing,
A whisper of music
Violins
Curlew calls
Flute and gently
Geese overhead
Noisy and joyful
A fanfare flying
Searching for landmarks
I notice the shape
of silver waters
And how they look
from up here
Each one distinct
Pointing the way
#CoSopoetry