Canals At Rest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the heart of Winter
Beneath the thick grey clouds
Canals are quietly resting
From summer boating crowds
An arching bridge reflected
In water down below
Seeming to be locked in time
As life around it slows
Against the sky stark branches
Send up their plea for Spring
While in the shaded distance
Lone heron takes to wing
Narrowboats lie silent
Locked and tethered fast
While out along the towpath banks
Unhurried ducks glide past.

Stratford Canal Bridge, January, 2022.jpg