Revealing through concealing
each layer
lifted lovingly, each word wisely gifted,

Yellow daffodils
so appealing by a glassy surfaced lake
swan, geese cluster
around the shores, where we pretend
we are present here…

But not awake.

Poetry flows in currents
ghyll rushes and flows insistently
to lake and seas,

My words, earned are now spent
allow me to settle
to sink.

Chris