The sun-warmed smell of turpentine pine
in the late afternoon to dusk sunshine.
Four eider ducks are nestled together,
rustling their feathers, beside the river.
Riots of sunbeams scatter their warm light
to catch the airy, flowing swallow’s flight.
A red squirrel chitters in a birch tree,
unaware of the silver forestry.

Water fluttles within its riven bed,
as though to fill, with music, all my head
with chattering, watery-flower thread.
The light brightens the green and grass-like stem
that pokes its poignard above the Earth’s hem;
token of living song: Nature’s Anthem.