THE SWAN II

And here he is the swan, the magnficent swan, symbol of so much in our minds, as we see him floating reflected in pure white beauty, handsome, as is his mate, representing here life, wonderful feathered elegant poised life, which when on the brink of death glides effortlessly across the water to the land of no return. Beautifully put here dear Longobardolino mio. You inspired me in return to write in my notes for the day:- Tall the trees all striving up my swan, your majesty a ballet all in virgin white with myth each feather grown each wild seed sown into a coverlet so fine beneath it soft and warm all downy warm and soft those plumes that keep us warm at night, in climates cold and harsh as curved up high in breathless grace your neck rises from your form slightly frowning you acknowledge prowess at bold affront, your knob of crowning status poised. frowning slightly in disdain ........didn't get any further with the thought. I hasten to add that the swan is not only white it can also be black, and equally elegant with red trimmings on beak etc.

This is a lovely vision of a swans life, sadly one day to end, but your poem is beautiful. Big hugs, bug hugs and hig hugs to you. Love from lyz. xx