Periwinkle

I look out in sheer awe

At the crisp violet

Lapping water

The sun is lighting up the slimmest

Skeleton tree

Its bright burnt orange twiggy arms

Contrasts beautifully against the gently moving periwinkle

The sun shines like a spotlight

On one particular swan

The brightest cleanest white shape

That you could ever imagine

Against the cold tinged lilac mirror

Two bikes wizz by

Without a care in the world

Catching that honey drizzle winter sun

On their porcelain pink cheek bones

The tall pampas grasses sway as one

Like a monstrous creature

The way they move in the wind

Sometimes almost angrily

Like a big brewing kettle or a deep charcoal witches cauldron

A diving Mallard interrupts my worry cloud

I want to laugh at just how precarious he looks

It’s deep emerald feathers shine decadently

Echoes of deep green ripple along the surrounding periwinkle water

If ducks could speak,

I’d imagine this one to be quite well spoken.