The air was of no temperature at all.
Skylarks upscaled at our approach.
There was no wind.
Motionless ewes stood distant, expectant, unruffled.
The sea flowed innocently over the sand.
Two swans beat and beat their wings triumphant,
the impossibility of becoming airborne nearly forgotten.
A castle stood untroubled by its past.
The niche needed no embellishment.
Four daffodils could be spared
for the table.