For Paul Brookes’ December challenge. Not really on-prompt, in fact not at all, but it’s about a kingfisher at least.
In the pool among the trees,
beneath the sky of winter blue,
the ripples spread, and shadows
lengthen in the half-lit glen.
I tread the dead and noisy leaves,
brush through the sedge and crack dead boughs
that lie in mossy green, as bright
as spring and blue as feather-gems.
A turquoise flash caught in the gloom.
and ripples spread across the pool
among the trees; a piece of sky
has dipped to find a fish then fly.