clarity – or not!

I got so excited when I saw the old Great Blue back at our pond this morning. Mind you, it’s in the low 20’s here. Despite sun, winter still has a fist hold on us, regardless of what the calendar says.

So when I saw him, I thought it must be warmer than I realized. Of course, he’s a tough old bird. Often hangs around well into October, past the first frost. As if to make his point, here he is, back before it’s safe to remove the leaf blanket from gardens. Even if five drooping snowdrops ARE trying to act as perky harbingers of spring.

But what became clear to me was that something as majestic as this bird – with all his attendant symbolism to me (subject to a new poem in progress)  – must be enjoyed in the moment. Not captured in any medium, least of all film.

As you can see, my poor attempt failed miserably. The click of the camera scared him right into the air. Maybe it’s my poor eyesight. Maybe it’s the setting on the camera. Whatever the reason, he remains clearest in my memory of passing within ten feet of him in the car before he even realized I was there. Clearly, that’s the way it should be for us.

In response to WP Daily Prompt. [First photo, enhanced to show him more clearly; second, as taken.]

guardian of field and pond

Another summer month by the sea – the time I look forward to all year – comes to a close.  It has become the time when poems flow from land, ocean, river and breeze; from bird, flower, field and trees. And so I close my time here with yet another great blue heron sketch – not only has this majestic bird captured my imagination and my time; this summer, he also got captured by camera, mine.

Regal, he perches some forty feet up
steely blue outline sharp as a gargoyle

atop the lush green lollipop of tree
his vantage point of field and pond
territory watched with guarded eye;

he turns now this way, then that, scans
for intruders to his singular séance
with spirits. Surely

he listens to what they say
as still and profiled beak to tail
his body speaks vigilant care

to his task; alert and aware,
he takes his silent leave
from leafy post as we move in

our hundred feet too close for him
though still too distant for me!