Kingfisher Dreamings

Bare willow strands
flick the slow moving river
and in the cool breeze
darts the halcyon
neon blue with flash of red
low over muddied waters,
seeking no great mystery
only fish

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

2 replies on “Kingfisher Dreamings”

Well! Let’s be kingfisher then! Sure, he is more himself than I am myself. And in that is a great lesson to be learnt.

Thanks for this amazing insight. Stay well, my friend!

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