Llandrindod’s Lake

There’s a lake beside Llandrindod Wells,
not large like those of which Lake District boasts,
small, unmoving in a bowl of trees,
and lacking energy of wilder coasts:
café’s there, prestigiously supported,
providing snacks, cake, drinks, and some main courses:
watch the customers, while eating,
swan heads appearing, eyeing human forces,
met when gliding on the water,
with humans there by use of lakeside service,
hiring, paddling their canoes and kayaks,
as mallard laughter drifts across the surface.
All this for locals,
for passing tourists,
their parents, children,
but for the purists
stand the bird hides for the watchers
beholding nature, climate change concern,
set among soft hills well wooded,
enhanced when comes the evening sundown burn,
finger gestures, gold to fiery red,
that richly spread within the lake and town,
before Llandrindod wakes to dawning gown.