Heron At River's Dawn
Your soul flew about
a silver fish in the light,
in the sky darting
and herding others,
doing God's bidding unknown
but certain like stones.
You told me one time
that it would be bright like this,
like a spring morning
with the Sun trying
already for summer's day
this early in the world.
Written on the Willamette River in Corvallis Or.
April 22, 2013 7:19 AM
i see your heron and take it as a sign. (i dreamt of a heron last night, or rather a photograph of a heron, a specific one but this one calls to me too.) and so i come, long overdue, but having been talking with you this whole long time. truly. over and over again through the coming and falling light.
ReplyDeletecertain like stones))) and as uncertain too, but in them we lay our faith.
how are you, christopher? i hope well. i hope better than well. i hope. yes, i do.
xo
erin
Thank you. I am down in Corvallis with Wander meeting face to face with Wine and Words. :D
DeleteOver now. A marvelous experience. We talked about you. Here you are. Loving you.
The heron was moved from last night's encounter to this morning early when I was sitting and drinking tea waiting for others to show up.
DeleteOh Joy, i was going to say thank you Christopher for the heron poem, and then i see Erin here too :)
ReplyDeleteAnd you. Imagine my grin. Erin and Jozien both commented on one day. *kisses and hugs*
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