Heron Reflection

Silent as the Great Blue
Autumn hues creep
shifting the landscape
altering my mood.

Do feathers quiver
at the ensuing chill
or is it merely human
this seasonal affect?

(Heron Reflection first appeared here August, 2019.
Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

23 thoughts on “Heron Reflection”

  1. How wonderful to compare the silent movement toward with the silent movement of the heron. Perfect analogy. Your graphic is a great accompaniment to your poem.

    I love herons so much that when two elms died that stood in our back yard, we had them carved into two Great Blue Herons. They stand looking to the future outside my writing room window.

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