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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ode to a heron....
[I lived for a time in Port Albion, on this lovely pond. At sunset, the rosy hue would light up the mountain right outside my door and herons would swoop across to perch in the trees. Sigh.]
Graceful heron swooping across the evening sky like a pteradactyl, Prehistoric bird perched on a treetop, My heart swoops with you, then stills, standing by the silent pond, waiting for the night to settle around us both softly as feathers.