Dear Heron, I Promise
HERON SONNET
Betty spoke of god’s face seen through puddles
A mirror on the way from bad to good
In puddles of my overgrown troubles
There is little ebb and flow, air and food
Yet each morning and evening without fail
Fishing for frogs or what few fish proceed
To urge their seed, Great, grey Heron, female
Greets me quietly now that we both re-seed
In this habitat, watery bowel … womb
We find sunrise beside this dying pool
God in a stand of agave in bloom
Hope in this adult education school
This promise: So long hearts beat and blood flows
Heron and I will sing of tomorrows
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
