The light on the river
is perfect today,
the trees play with their shadows
and in the sunlight
across my path,
released on a late summer breeze
and nestled by the wayside
the last of the blackberries gleam.
The water rushes gently by
whilst I –
(silent spectator , unwilling to disturb
humbled by the harmony, thankful to observe)
– I pass by unneeded
and somewhere a bird in
wordless agreement sings.