The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me . . .
I go and lie down where the . . [cob]
rests in his beauty on the water.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
"The male mute swan, known as the cob, fiercely defends the territory that he and his mate, the pen, share . If an intruder, such as another male swan, dares to invade his terrritory he uses a threat posture, raising his wings and back feathers, while lowering his head and moving powerfully through the water. This display usually frightens away the intruder."
Background thanks tto brenda starr at www.flickr.com/photos/brenda-starr/5247611442/
Bubbles thanks to obsidian dawn at www.obsidiandawn.com/brushes-categories
Lilies and geraniums mine from a shot of mine similar to my
The swan is mine at www.flickr.com/photos/garlandcannon/6612445909/
It had its origin thanks to The Therapist's Swan Nesting iv at