Crystal clear water flows down the Avon
Sentiment unstirred as boats are all moored
Has it ever been this clear?
Has it ever been this quiet?
The air is fresh and smells of spring blossom
And still is the hum of traffic
No cars today on the once busy roads
Only the sounds of the wind in the leaves
The birds in the trees
The gentle flow of moving water
In secluded spaces
And forests of old trees remaining beautifully unperturbed
Corridors of white blossom line sunshine kissed trails
Dry dirt in warmth of spring sunshine
These are the moments I forget
Moments of escape
Moments of appreciation
With the clean water
The fresh air
And the radiant blossom
This is fine
I love poetry.