She sat there reading,
Facing the lake.
The swans swimming,
Nothing is fake.
And through a gap in the clouds
The sun beats down.
It reflects in the water,
Sits like a crown.
The tips of the trees
Scratch the sky.
Past the bushes
Small birds fly.
A mountain is piled
Not too far off.
The outline in water,
It's ripples soft.
Three boats float
By the edge.
Annoying flies hover
Over a hedge.
It's like a painting
With a bit more light.
Frozen in time,
Birds in flight.
YOU ARE READING
Perfect poems
PoetryA mix of poems that I've written. Some are better than others but I hope you enjoy!
