Return

On a curve of the river

a white swan

and then another

and six cygnets, full grown

but still grey.  Silver

rather than grey.

Silver and white,

embodied light

of the overcast day

on the dark water.

Back in a quiet country

whose understated beauty

I seem to have remembered

but had, truly, forgotten,

after initial numbness,

blankness, unrecognition,

I feel my eyes adjusting,

frozen memory

melting back to the beauty

I now see.