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A Blue Preacher
September 01, 2007
A blue preacher
flew toward the swamp,
in slow motion.
On the leafy banks,
an old Chinese poet,
hunched in the white gown of his wings,
was waiting.
The water
was the kind of dark silk
that has silver lines
shot through it
when it is touched by the wind
or is splashed upward,
in a small, quick flower,
by the life beneath it.
The preacher
made his difficult landing,
his skirts up around his knees.
The poet's eyes
flared, just as a poet's eyes
are said to do
Posted by vincent at September 1, 2007 05:59 PM
Comments
Oh Susan! I am just cathching up on my blog reading so I've missed these post of your magnificent heron. How very beautiful! You captured him so perfectly.
Posted by: jayne at September 2, 2007 08:10 AM
Poetry in motion. Look at those huge wings and those long legs lifting up............... what a wonderful series of shots,
Posted by: janet at September 4, 2007 01:28 PM