Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Great Blue


Great Blue Heron on the Tuckasegee, 2/21/11

The Heron
by Theodore Roethke


The heron stands in water where the swamp
Has deepened to the blackness of a pool,
Or balances with one leg on a hump
Of marsh grass heaped above a musk-rat hole.

He walks the shallow with an antic grace.
The great feet break the ridges of the sand,
The long eye notes the minnow's hiding place.
His beak is quicker than a human hand.

He jerks a frog across his bony lip,
Then points his heavy bill above the wood.
The wide wings flap but once to lift him up.
A single ripple starts from where he stood.

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4 comments:

anita said...

That poem just feels like a heron looks . . . I saw the resident heron from the Swannannoa near Warren Wilson the other day. He was beating his way over, heading to the river. (I was out in the yard, supposedly cleaning up after the winter, but actually watching herons and hawks and things.)

Jim Parker said...

Excellent photo and poem.

GULAHIYI said...

Thanks! There's a lot going on with the birds these days. Of course, with the trees still bare, they can't hide away so well.

Those Tuckasegee herons are a real challenge to me. I drive along the river almost everyday, so I see them often. By the time I find a place to pull over and get the camera together, they usually take flight. This one was generous enough to allow me one shot and one shot only.

Agalu'ga said...

Great shot! The water and heron shimmer.