Shimmering white closes behind us, ahead concealing mist.
Trees hide behind shimmering, soft veils of light, shadowed echoes.
Carols ring out through the silence, mulled wine enhancing vocal chords,
Silenced by Christmas luncheon.
Water skims slowly by ornamented by clusters of ducks, a swan here or there.
All upstaged by the jeweled visitor, surveying us from his perch, streaking of, dazzling in his vest of emerald and midnight blue – a kingfisher dressed for the season.
(Thoughts on a Christmas canal trip with my fellow sailing volunteers.)