#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Great Blue Heron
. . . .
Today the bird stays with me, as if I am moving through
the heron’s dream to share his sky or water—places
he will rise into on slow flapping wings or where
his long bill darts to catch unwary frogs. I’ve seen
his slate blue feathers lift him as dangling legs
fold back, I’ve seen him fly through the dying sun
and out again, entering night, entering my own sleep. . . .
Excerpt, "Great Blue Heron," by T. Alan Broughton,
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54254/great-blue-heron