Evening falls like an autumn leaf on Cove Lake.
Shimmering last light
guides a Great blue heron
home to roost.
Its lonely flight mirrored
against darkening water,
the heron slowly soars
through fading evening light.
I see grace, beauty and strength
in every stroke of
those blue-gray wings.
No warrior's drone
could be display more stealth.
As it pinpoints its target,
then readies itself for a landing.
Static energy pulls it forward.
With shoulders bent then straight,
motion brings movement
across the still lake,
until only a few strokes remain.
Until rest and darkness
envelope the heron
who, like me seeks the quiet of sanctuary.
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