MONO MONDAY - TIME

As we gazed through the 
     diaphanous early morning light, 
          nothing seemed to matter 
               except that we were together
And we had time - 
     all the time in the world -
          and nothing could take that away.
In the silence, 
     the coots’ calls echoed around us -
          and in the eerie half light 
               we saw a sleeping swan 
                    in the middle of the lake.
This was a misty November morning
     and it was truly beautiful.

© Maureen Iles