Morning Prelude

Photo courtesy Designpics Inc./Michael Interisano.
Photo courtesy Designpics Inc./Michael Interisano.

through sunrise haze I watch
twenty-two blue herons
land at the edge
of the stubble, stand
motionless as if not knowing
what to do when away
from water and sky

aspen leaves dance
to a background breeze
while frogs strum their chords
in a nearby slough

in soft diminuendos
the herons lift from the field
their long necks folded
dagger beaks extended
legs trailing

their huge wings stroke
the air, the blue-grey
sweep of feathers binding
me and the clouds
to the music of morning

 

Morning Prelude excerpted from Where Blue Grama Grows by Doris Bircham

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