two ponds blink at the impossibly blue sky.
in winter they are held by a great skein of
northern ducks and canadian geese.
arriving in mass as fall strikes the warm air with its white flame chill.
they glide across the silver water,
content in each others company to reside all winter
until suddenly, rising as one
they lift the very surface of the ponds;
marrying them to the sky.
they are inseparable and carry on all through this darker season
like newly weds until the final swoon,
disappearing from view with early spring
until long after
fall's leaves let go in a brazen scarlet dance,
calling back winter.
and when they go they leave the ponds
silent and still;
as the warm hope of spring stirs the quiet jeweled air.
our hearts without realizing grow heavy
until one day it happens, the blue heron returns.
a silhouette of grace and patience
arrives to call me out from every passion.
gardening or painting; it's no use,
i cannot resist.
i grab my camera
and make my way to the edge of green water,
and enter into the art of patience.
where the blue heron has me on all accounts,
willing to stand for eternity
on one leg or two
staring into the water for fish or frogs
as patient as the sky.
i spend the entire day for the sweet
possibility of wings unfurling,
spanning six feet in violet blue ecstasy
marrying me to peace, to wonder, to the deep joy
of simple life.
for an intimate view into the devoted family life of blue herons
visit livestream compliments of Charles Eldermire and
be prepared to be deeply moved with the tender, nurturing, loyal parents
and their new clutch in a well established nest
on a pond in Sapsucker Woods,
Ithaca, New York,
life unfolding before our very eyes!