Poems on the topic: heron

Poems on the topic “heron” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeMilton Acorn

The Great Blue Heron

The great blue heron, common on the Island Is a refugee from dirty water, Not liking pollutants in the cold soup She fishes for nourishment and flavour. Look at the way she stands, as jokers say With just one foot at a time in the water, Counting herself a delicate creature Subject to chills, although I've not seen her Shift her stance from one leg to another To disturb perfection in her figure Surreally drawn, as if with a few strokes. The chatter and movement of other bird Sorts are not for her. Still as space she looks Between her toes for fish, and when she moves The lightning is more sudden than the stroke She makes, I guess. Or if dissatisfied
RomanticJoseph Campbell

The Clouds go By and By

The clouds go by and by, The heron sings in the blue-- And I lie dreaming, dreaming Ever of you. The stag on the hill is free, And the wind is blowing sweet-- But I lie bound a prisoner At your feet.
DreamyFrancis Ledwidge

The Herons

As I was climbing Ardan Mor From the shore of Sheelan lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water's wake. And they were talking in their flight Of dreamy ways the herons go When all the hills are withered up Nor any waters flow.
ContemplativeAmy Lowell

Hoar-Frost

In the cloud-grey mornings I heard the herons flying ; And when I came into my garden. My silken outer-garment Trailed over withered leaves. A dried leaf crumbles at a touch. But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.

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