In the morning the blue heron is busy.
To all appearances still, beside deep water
A rush, a feathery flurry, flash of silver
then they’re gone.
And such is life—
a moment’s pause before climactic endings,
while from a distant branch a mockingbird
The first line of this poem is taken from the work of Mary Oliver–NaPoWriMo’s Day 2 Prompt. While my goal is to write a poem daily during April, I may lag behind and most likely will not post all of them.
The previous post is my poem for dVerse Meeting the Bar on Irony.