NaPoWriMo2021 Day 10

From the Heron Webcam
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.

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