at pulling down the sun.
Finished feeding for this day,
broad wings stroke the evening air,
rowing steadily through the gathering dusk.
Color fading during the long flight home.
Great Blue Heron
will arrive at its roost
to start another dark night
wading in dreams of stalking prey,
or waiting for the slow turn of the earth
with a simple faith in tomorrow,
the next rising of the sun.
to return again
as we await
the blessed hope.
© 2013 Richard Havenga