The Blue Heron Stills

A walk from…. Before. When the air was cool, the land was green. The fires upon the plains hadn’t slickened the soil black with ash and soot. Before the sun turned to flame.

 

The Blue Heron Stills

 

Side by side

I walk alongside

The meandering stream

Stepping with care on moss covered logs

 

Glancing upon the eddies

pausing

for a moment

 

The scarlet leaf swirls

and the

Blue heron stills

 

Mist seeps now through the wood

snuggles up close

like a winter quilt

that leaves me shivering

 

Turning back

I leave my place of rest

trudge for the cottage lit with fire

 

I scout

in these wild adventures of mine

bringing back

my memories

 

The Blue Heron Stills