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The Heron Waits

Humidity’s blanket rests upon the pond frogs draped in lurid air idle on glazed lily pads waxed turtles gleam amid the dance of hazy heat a silent duck preens as dragonflies swim through moistened air the heron waits. John G. Lawless ©8/19/2019

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Susan Ashley

Date: 8/19/2019 4:54:00 PM

A summery moment in time so beautifully captured and expressed, John. Great last line. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

John Lawless
Date: 8/19/2019 8:37:00 PM

Thanks Susan, always nice to hear from you

Sunlite Wanter

Date: 8/19/2019 10:41:00 AM

Beautiful writing. I don't know about herons - should the frogs and turtles be scared?

John Lawless
Date: 8/19/2019 10:48:00 AM

the heron wait....motionless... one legged diners awaiting movement.....