Heron

Gentle breeze going west, the heron;
wings weaving like a web in sky
suspended in graceful flight
just above as water unfolds –
reflection plowed from its depths.
He drifts below a sun sheathed cloud
through rifts in veil of the morning mist –
solo flight, alone, alone, e’er gliding forward.

© Literary Remains

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