heron – One Woman's Quest

Stillness

Insects dance
at river’s edge

I am tempted
to run away

but heron’s calm –
a presence I depend on –
invites me to stay

Within the frenetic buzz
he and I find stillness

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. 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.)

Blending in
the gift of stealth
only your voice –
woodsy reed –
alerts me to your presence.

You are grey sky
and rushing waters
tall reeds and
wind-swept banks

And when my heart
beats off tempo
given to spells
of malaise
you are metronome
reseting my rhythm.

(Friday I join in with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)