Great Blue Heron: A Delicate Balance
by Tofino Conservation Wildlife and Landscape
Artist Mark Hobson
Graceful heron,
swooping across
the evening sky
like a pterodactyl,
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.
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Song of the frogs
in the fading light,
soft fade the hills
in the falling night,
God touching earth
with a gentle might,
and all is beauty
within my sight.
Soft falls the light
on garden walls,
a rose-hued mountain
as day's curtain falls,
a froggy symphony
serenades the night sky,
and grateful, grateful, grateful
I.
The pond at Port Albion, where I perched for a few months when I first came back to the West Coast. It was beautiful there.
For Sumana's prompt at What's Going On : Ekphrastic poetry, to write a poem based on a painting.
my heart swoops with you,
ReplyDeletethen stills,
standing by the silent pond,
waiting for the night to settle
around us both
softly as feathers. - how beautiful is that!!!
I think I could touch the softness of the poem with its downy night, faint frog-songs, rosy sunset and the homebound heron. And silence. And gratitude. So beautiful, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteBoth of the previous commentors speak my heart! As the light fades, peace sets in, and gratitude rises. I like how the rhyming increases the sense of rest and beauty.
ReplyDeleteSherry, you have written some beautiful words here! The first stanza, about the heron, is as comforting and peaceful as a warm blanket. Love your rhymes throughout. You really were inspired!
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