Heron Dreams
Twilight takes its slow turn
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.
Always tomorrow,
to return again
as we await
the blessed hope.
© 2013 Richard Havenga
Photo Location:
Sabine National Wildlife Refuge - Hackberry, Louisiana
This poem is very good. I found it to be specially meaningful to my life.
ReplyDeleteThis strikes me as especially lovely this morning. The entire poem captures something essential, and those first two lines are perfect.
ReplyDeleteSantiago:
ReplyDeleteI am pleased that this poem was meaningful for your life.
As I composed "Heron Dreams",
it grew and gathered depth with each revision.
Thank you for your warm response.
Richard
Emily:
ReplyDeleteI am humbled by your gracious comments.
Writing "Heron Dreams" late in the evening, and again at 4am, I felt like a poet, blessed with inspiration.
Gratefully,
Richard