Thu, 01/30/2014 - 19:03 -- AshlynK


One day I sat wilted

On the edge of the drying pond


Reed stalks cracked under summer’s heavy



Burnt earth quivered

With reflected heat


Blue sky wavered

With shriveled clouds


Across the pond, silent

Like me, stood the heron


Stately, steady, standing

Erect against the blaze


It walked smooth, long steps

Through the muck of tangled pondweed


Defiant in its coolness,

Blue-grey resolution against the flame


Standing tall in the dry, scorched, and empty

Slowly it unfolded


Majestic wings, and soared

So close to the sun


Its feathers seemed to catch



And it glided steady across the quivering sky

Out of my sight


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