As the moisture laden wind grows stronger
The agitated waves on the slate gray lake
Begin to vigorously peak and roll in unison…
The mood of dominant gloom is opaque
My spirit is transfixed by the moment…
Unconscious of time and vacuous space
The trance is pierced by a swooping vision...
A rare Blue Heron is taking flight with grace
Most unexpectedly the lanky silhouette glides
with expanded wings... gathering momentum
resisting the controlling forces of the weather
arching over my path… not willing to succumb
Interrupting the wake of overwhelming dreariness
I am gladdened by the astonishing presence in the sky
As the unusual sighting vanishes from my amazed view
My senses continue to be astonished by the surprise
5/14/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words have a gliding smooth feeling, of that bird