Bolaro Bridge
there were swans
by the bridge today
the thick frost iced
tussocked banks,
reeds and black branches,
chilled pewter
the wide rippled water
black cattle
browsed their silverscape
a pale sky
mirrored pale earth
and time froze
still in the chillness
the swans and the sky
no word,
no crow's cracked cry
the swans
the silence
and I