fileg (fileg) wrote,
fileg
fileg

heron

Sam Hamill:
Black Marsh Eclogue

Although it is midsummer, the great blue heron
holds darkest winter in his hunched shoulders,
those blue-turning-gray clouds
rising over him like a storm from the Pacific.

He stands in the black marsh
more monument than bird, a wizened prophet
returned from a vanished mythology.
He watches the hearts of things
and does not move or speak. But when
at last he flies, his great wings

cover the darkening sky, and slowly,
as though praying, he lifts, almost motionless,
as he pushes the world away.
Tags: birds, national poetry month
Subscribe

  • (no subject)

    From the archive, 3 September 1973: Hobbit and Lord of the Rings author J. R. R. Tolkien dies I usually post to remember the professor's birthday,…

  • icon set: tolkien

    01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08…

  • drabble: dirt

    Dirt, for the Dirt challenge at tolkien_weekly the irresistable answer “Belts of gold, and the light of the Stars, eh?” the old fellow…

  • Error

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments