Swan Soul Glide

The misted torquoise stillness of a Cornish morn. Lifted by the sight of a solitary white swan – floating by. As if above it all.

I am bewitched by its ethereal glide. Like a ballerina’s head dipping gently, side to side. Smooth river ripples that stretch out wide. In their own time.

How hard I’ve sought such grace in these 8 months gone by. Alone in the wake of covid with its impact on my life.

And when I feared I might drown in its dreaded sea, I came to know my swan soul would softly dance towards a peace that glides inside of me..?

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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