a spare stone for the river

just after the cranky old cyclist

shouts at us to

“PLEASE MOVE THE CHILD FROM THE TRAFFIC SIDE”

on an otherwise empty lane

curving through marsh land

a pair of mute swan glide past above us

pure white and huge

against a greying sky

wings lilting in unison

black and orange beaks

vivid

solid

simple

gone in a breath

~

I'm still posting daily stones on my small stones blog, but I will post any "extra ones" here from time to time.