Poetry About Herons

A heron stands where the reeds enter morning mist. Its patience makes the shallow water seem deeper. One silver fish redraws the quiet in an instant. Broad wings lift the long body from impossible legs. The pond closes softly beneath the departing shadow. Stillness was never the absence of attention.

Its patience makes the shallow water seem deeper. Patience can be an active form of knowledge. Broad wings lift the long body from impossible legs. Even herons keeps more than one meaning in view. Grace begins in the pause before movement.

A heron stands where the reeds enter morning mist. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. One silver fish redraws the quiet in an instant. The pond closes softly beneath the departing shadow. Grace begins in the pause before movement. Stillness was never the absence of attention.