Ardea Cinera

Nature comes to my rescue, and yours. I'm certain When trash and plastics fly and float on land Across this township called Newtown, a curtain Of pollution from burning what trash workers will rake I look toward the neglected lake, an abused water habitat Where sewage runs to, along with other waste Ibis abound; I spoke of coots and comorants But when my spirits were really down I spied two playful herons, white for the most part Diving to and away from each other, strong winds no hindrance! (in the Eastern Cape, perhaps a joy, their inspiration) And I thanked Creation for keeping its Spirit, Beauty, And inspiration for me: Large herons, playful, in adversity