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.)
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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Love the way you end this on a pondering note and leave room for further reflection!
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Thanks so much!
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Thanks!
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I’m excited!
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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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Amazing. I would love that. Thank you.
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The fully artistic image is followed by some excellent paras of poetry. I like it.
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Thanks π
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Such a beautiful poem and bird)
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Thank you
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On my walk this morning, I saw a heron fishing, and then I came home to read your lovely poem and view your image. Is there a message for me? lol
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How wonderful. The heron always teaches me the power of solitude and the peace that comes with patience.
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A valuable lesson. That will be my take away. Thank you.
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Welcome
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This is a shivery poem. I like it very much!
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An excellent poem to accompany a beautiful image
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Hear, hear!
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Thanks Derrick!
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