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)

Great Blue Heron

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.)