Sonnet

The old creation has gone.
And now the new one is here.
I was walking along the road quietly alone.
With only quiet bird song coming to the ear.

Below me was a Lincolnshire chalk stream.
Above me the towering summer laden beech trees.
The light flickering on the surface in transcendent gleam.
The new brightly green leaves barely rustling in the breeze.

The water so shallow it barely covers the ankles.
The differing shades of brown shining under the surface.
Small rapids quickening the water, here nothing rankles.
Small insects dance in the sun turning to me her bright face.

Here I stood awhile alive only to present sound and sight.
Enjoying for a while the soon to pass bright evening light.

Haiku

Stream flowing in light
Alive just to sight and sound
Only birds calling