Today an amazing great blue heron visited me. I frightened it away before I could take a picture. Its visit prompted this little poem. The photo is one taken at Woods Canyon Lake in Arizona several years ago.
Blue Heron
A great blue heron landed on my roof
that disrupted the morning light flooding
my living room just moments before
I was already delighting in the sun and sky
and the chickadees, finches, and jays flitting
from tree to roof to window sill
joyously celebrating a glorious sunday
Its immediate gifts of wonder and awe
are not even among legendary gifts of peace, luck,
and wisdom linked to it by ancient people
around the globe and across time
But I can't help but think the name great lord bird
is wasted on the shy destructive pecker of woods
when it could so easily be applied to
the somber elegance of the heron’s flight
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