In the yard

After finally getting a new battery for my camera, I took these wandering around the yard this morning.

The lake lay blue below the hill,

O'er it, as I looked,

there flew across the waters, cold and still,

a bird whose wings were palest blue.

The sky above was blue at last,

the sky beneath me

blue in blue.

A moment, ere the bird had passed,

It caught his image as he flew.

Mary Coleridge