Blue Heron Spring

I remember the bright sunlight 
reflecting off the sand, glinting
on the breakers, and landing 
back on the shore. The blue heron 

did not even notice me there
standing quietly in the sand.
She flew overhead with a stick 
grasped tightly in her beak, and I 

imagined her tucking the stick 
neatly into her new nest perched 
in the treetops. I imagine
her soft blue turquoise colored eggs

resting amid the sticks and down. 
The surety of spring after 
the bleakness of ash-grey winter 
feels like hope ignited with love.

—a draft poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

Check out this cool video of highlights from the Great Blue Heron Cam

Let me know what you think in the comments below. Share the love, write a poem, appreciate a good friend. Each moment is a new beginning.