The weather was cold
The sun was warm
The Egret felt bold
And glowed until dawn
#HeronPoetry
30
6
0
0
Hashtag
#HeronPoetry
Advertisement · 728 × 90
Aircraft tear the air
Heron embrace
Aircraft roar
Heron emit grace
Aircraft pollute
Heron hold our breath
#HeronPoetry
20
2
0
0
HEIGHT
The heron moonlight feathers the full air.
Across the light lying like unturned feathers
I see the precipice night.
The waters clear. What was not clear before
Is clear with a clearness of cliffs
(... Cont'd in alt)
#HeronPoetry
7
0
2
0
#HeronPoetry 🖊️
12
2
0
0
He is exactly
The poem
I wanted to write.
Mary Oliver saw it all #HeronPoetry
33
6
0
2
#HeronPoetry
🌫️ 🪨 ✒️🏺 🦴 🧱
12
0
0
0
#HeronPoetry
sparking, dissipating, rising
6
0
0
0
WHITE HERON RISES OVER BLACKWATER I wonder what it is that I will accomplish if anything today can be called that marvelous word. It won't be my kind of work, which is only putting words on a page, the pencil haltingly calling up the light of the world, yet nothing appearing on paper half as bright as the mockingbird's verbal hilarity in the still unleafed shrub in the churchyard or the white heron rising over the swamp and the darkness, his yellow eyes and broad wings wearing the light of the world in the light of the world- ah yes, I see him. He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
He is exactly
The poem
I wanted to write.
Mary Oliver lived, breathed deeply, the water, sky, and Heron. #HeronPoetry
22
4
1
2
This morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water then into the sky of this the one world we all belong to where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else which thought made me feel for a little while quite beautiful myself. Mary Oliver
Poem of This One World
By Mary Oliver
#HeronPoetry 💙 🌍🌎🌏
18
2
0
0
Reminding us of how strong we can be for others, when the time comes. Reaching into Nature for inspiration.
"Bit by bit wading word herons will call this a home
Place their perfectly formed feet precisely where they mean to."
#HeronPoetry #StrokeRecovery 💙
3
0
0
0
Single Legged #HeronPoetry
7
1
1
0
Its heart is an old compass pointing off in four directions. Ascending tall ladders that walk to the edge of dusk. Surely that would be considered miraculous almost anyplace. Louise Erdrich
Its heart is an old compass pointing off in four directions. 🧭
#HeronPoetry
16
3
0
0
"But afterwards come feather cracks that leave room for light, such light that clusters and rages in uncatchable pools. ✨
Sometimes, the heron seems to know who I am, lone hunter his blinking eye scorching forests for secret forage, knowing..."
~ Jo Matthews #HeronPoetry
6
0
0
0
Heron are often there and yet not there.
Their liminality is open to exploration by poets #HeronPoetry
11
1
0
0
The heron Its heart is an old compass pointing off in four directions. Ascending tall ladders that walk to the edge of dusk. Surely that would be considered miraculous almost anyplace.
Its heart is an old compass.
#HeronPoetry
9
1
0
0