May 10, 2020
She walked across my hill
As stately
As the Queen had done across her Palace gardens—
Pausing among the rising grasses
Her head lit by the western sun
And I wondered if she were a messenger
from my husband or even
on this Mother’s Day night
from my mother…
But entirely grateful
For this emissary from
Our blue-green world
For this moment of wonder
So beautifully said, Kristin! These messengers from nature are such a gift. And since ‘sheltering’ is a necessity, I’m glad you have your paradisiacal place in which to do it! Something every minute to wonder at and enjoy. Herons are truly magical looking birds! (Though they would quickly ravage my tiny fishpond.)
Thanks so much, Willow. It was an amazing sight. I have seen these herons flying and fishing on the shore line in Minnesota but never one stalking across my hill!