Egrets
Egrets as inevitable
As turtles and rare
As turquoise snakes
Sang along currents
Of solitude
Sand solicitously
Entreating attentive
Reflection
Sinking through shadows
Penetrating waters
Pale as March
Like lead they fell
Splitting water
Like pine logs
’til motionless the water
Deep and sharp
Straight to the heart
Arising again death
Gripped spun up
Like a cockcrow
Breaking night.
– Karen Lucci, Beach Dogs, A Collection
Beautiful, Cathy. Your Poetic Pauses are giving me an appreciation of poetry. Which is considerable for this non-fiction, current-events-reading left-brainer 🙂
You're sweet, Susan. ) I'm so glad you're enjoying the poetic pauses.
Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to share.
Much love from the surf and sand!
Cathy, we had a egret in my yard a few summers ago. I said he took a wrong turn in Conway and found himself here in the mountains. Thanks for the lovely poem.
That's hilarious, Dee. 🙂 What a beautiful gift to see in the mountains.
Blessings!