Heron On the Bay
Soft is her breath, as the full moon begins to rise high.
Warm breezes whisper to the gentle ripples on the bay.
Ocean swells carry the seaweed high upon the tidal surge.
A ketch cruises by with her mizzenmast tightly bound.
heron stands stoic
taking flight into a breeze
scent of lilac wafts
3/11/2021
Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
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