A fateful howl from a northern blast
forewarned of an imminent imperilment,
for her garments provided no guard
against the frigid plunge.
Sandaled feet, short shorts, and tank top
readied her for the glistening beach
beneath blue sundrenched skies
and the joy of building sand castles.
Her heart sank as the rain came
pelting body to bone on the
long ride home on the bike
she had ridden to Heart’s Desire.
The grey bearded ferryman saw her
at a distance fast approaching
withered and weary, so weary,
wet, cold and disheartened.
A warm blanket and hot chocolate
greeted her inside the vessel.
She smiled, teeth chattering,
with gratitude for the offering.
A Great Blue Heron rested nearby
promising her journey wasn’t for
naught for she found her heart
beat stronger for the measure.
© Phyllis Weeks Rogers 3/17/2018
Ah! We have them around here and WOW! They are so glorious! Beautiful poem. Cheers!!! 🙂
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Thank you. I love birds. I’m just fascinated by them. The Great Blue Heron is one of my favorites. I’m hooked on waterfowl.
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Right? They are wonderful. And there is nothing like watching a great blue heron stretch out those LOOOOONNNNGGGG, gloriously colorful wings as he lifts into the sky. It’s crazy!!! 🤗
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Yes. I agree.
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My boyfriend and I were out riding bikes yesterday. We stopped at a lake to look at the birds and a smaller blue heron ( I didn’t know there was such a thing!!!) took flight. I thought of You and sent You a smile. Ok. Now I’ll stop talking about blue herons!!! 🤣 Have a great day and thank You!!! 🙂
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Haha! Yes, I’m sure there are small ones…..babies. LOL….It’s a great time of year. There are going to be many nests to check out.
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Beautiful and fascinating bird. I’ve never seen one. Don’t think we have them in the UK. Certainly deserves your lovely poem
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A lovely poem and a beautiful bird.
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Thank you.
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