Sunday, August 29, 2010

Careful scrutiny

I'd wanted to write
about night herons
and their delight in the lowest tides
their thankless patience
their red eyes and startling cries in the gloom of night

or the careful scrutiny of a gull's eye
under the august sun
as the tide goes out
and sanderling plunder the wrack-line at my feet

instead there's the moon rising, lopsided and yellow
the promise of a little prince, enjoyed together
this deliberate probing of a heart's memory
and the shared revelation
of a whimbrel's decurved bill.

6 comments:

egretsnest said...

Laura, I'm not commenting often but I read your every post. I love this poem. And, that picture . . . wowza!

LauraHinNJ said...

Liza,

Hi and thanks!

For all the cursing I do at this lens... every so often it surprises me...

I LOVE the wind I caught at the back of its' head... isn't that sweet?

; )

robin andrea said...

Such a beautiful photograph! And, a very fine poem too!

Brian said...

Great poem Laura. Also awesome picture. Brian

Webtoad said...

Beautiful.

Rabbits' Guy said...

A grand keeper!