On a fine morning, I am in the kitchen, as usual, with my cook, discussing the nitty-gritty of life as a newborn mother. A sudden tweeting sounds. I rush to the bedroom and watch my baby smile in her sleep.
Gently I scroll back the window curtain and peep outside. A kingfisher with fluttering wings reaching its nest.
cuddled in the arms
of the riverbank
the scent of fresh violets