With The Flow

We sat with ice creams by the edge of the river Stour in mid-evening. Canada geese were using the concrete wall as a launchpad into the water.

The setting sun, glistening on the surface of the water, turned brightly coloured boats into silhouettes.

A golden hue pervaded the vista and the mood at the start of a busy weekend. Whilst we sat and admired the view, I was put in mind of a W.H. Davies poem - Leisure:

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare??

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.