Oh so beautiful, how a heron commences while being so wary about others watching. A heron - so much meaning. - 02 November 2005
Boring with patience as the carp swims,
Autumn-gold persimmons float by the thighs,
Coated shadow by the old, wooden swings.
The red and gold fish carved its angle,
As the heron, motionless, was forgotten,
Chestnut shells spill its secrets of gloss,
The hapless creature struck – tense.
Reassembled for flight, departure paths
Drawn for the flapping of the fly-away bird,
The winds now as silent as the approach,
Yet it still flew; unseen, unheard.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-02 at 20:02
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Heron.
The heron stood in rippling water – near still,Boring with patience as the carp swims,
Autumn-gold persimmons float by the thighs,
Coated shadow by the old, wooden swings.
The red and gold fish carved its angle,
As the heron, motionless, was forgotten,
Chestnut shells spill its secrets of gloss,
The hapless creature struck – tense.
Reassembled for flight, departure paths
Drawn for the flapping of the fly-away bird,
The winds now as silent as the approach,
Yet it still flew; unseen, unheard.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 996 times
Written on 2005-11-02 at 20:02
Tags Beauty Nature Curiosity
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