A flash of pure white caught my eye
Across the bedroom window I caught it's flight
I sped to my office overlooking the lake
There she was, for goodness sake
A beauty in porcelain, a testimony to nature
The Snowy Egret in full stilted stature
Regal and poised, stalking her prey
What a generous contrast to this gray dreary day
Yellowed beak chiseled and legs like a ballerina
Steady as an artist's hands adding a china white patina
Then quick as lightening she dove under a lily
Arose like a prima donna with her lunch...such a pity
The little frog's eyes bulged from his underneath
As his feet disappeared inside of her beak
Dining around this lake full of feasts
Agile as ever on stilted feet
This beautiful bird with a pale underbelly
I named her a favorite...the lovely Grace Kelly
I see her now on a regular basis
She recognizes me in most cases
She acquiesces so proudly, nods with her eyes
Then gently she hovers into the blue skies.
~~...~~
The butterfly symbolizes your ability to make a difference.
The flap of a butterfly's wings in Brazil can set off a storm in Texas. Isn't that an amazing statement? Physicists call this theory "The Butterfly Effect" to explain how the breeze produced by a butterfly's wings could set off a series of reverberations that over time have a tremendous affect on weather patterns thousands of miles away. Now imagine the impact of millions of butterflies.
If this works then think what harmony can do from one end of the earth to another.
You describe them richly
Belle-o-well-o-wonderfulness.
I can feel your heart beating
and your blood pressure rising.
There are two of these creatures
on Cuyamaca Lake east of San Diego
in the Cuyamaca Mountains. While on
holiday in Oct we were privileged to
witness them. Yupperbud! Privileged!
luv r
a beautiful poem complementing an eloquent creature ...
Reviewed by Barry Yelton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2009
Susan, what a happy poem (except for the frog!). I can easily picture the egret. Your picture of the kinship we have with nature is especially poignant.
I love snowy egrets; see 'em flying overhead quite often here in North Central Texas! :) (Whenever I see one, I always say to my twin sister, "I 'egret' to inform you..." LOL) Well done; brava! Love the piccy of M'sieu Egret!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Such a dancing, feathery poem, Susan, that lilts from line to line through all the elasticity and drive of its agile and vibrant end-rhymes. It follows the character and grace of its subject like a high-wire trapeze in the full arc of flight. Such bright and vivid detail, as always. And such a knowing perception - I love the way there is always a connection, a symbiosis between you, the visuals you paint and the subjects on your poetic canvas. We have many water fowl returning to Poole Harbour from the tropics (strange decision, if you ask me!) and my favourites are the tiny Dunlin who flock like shows of miniature clockwork and move as one shimmering, diving cloud when they are not motoring along the shoreline, skewering the sands for dinner! :)) Love this, thank you. xx
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
So that's why we've been getting all the storms, because a butterfly flapped its wings? LOL
I had a snowy regret once... that I didn't play in nw snow enough before I headed south.
Ron
Belle-o-well-o-wonderfulness.
I can feel your heart beating
and your blood pressure rising.
There are two of these creatures
on Cuyamaca Lake east of San Diego
in the Cuyamaca Mountains. While on
holiday in Oct we were privileged to
witness them. Yupperbud! Privileged!
luv r
Warm wishes,
Barry
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I'm flappin my wings hard as I can, but ain't seen no storms yet :=)
~W~
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