Herons Poems - Poems about Herons

...I love the birds that make their home in Florida… The woodpeckers, doves and cardinals who live just beyond our front door… The pelicans, herons and spoonbills we see on our walks along the shore. ......Read More

...It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their ......Read More

...In the gray clear sky prior in bow, now arrow the herons free fly......Read More

...Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call, The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl; The immaculate white egrets in elation, Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation; ......Read More

...The alligators will not stay in the water, they head for strip malls, for chicken noodle joints or sports bars for fish taco or spicy wings. They get their nails done in a Korean salon paying in ......Read More

...The trees were filled with herons On a branch or in a nest. To see the babies being fed And squawking was the best. Some other birds were sitting On a batch of eggs, bright blue, While alliga......Read More

...My parents moved recently– a nice place, marsh view, plenty of trees and walking trails a nice big kitchen for Scottish breakfasts. Their deck upstairs looks out on the marsh water shining in t......Read More

...tied against the mountain the blue children play the upturned apples' cart scent filled the air The Wild herons flew southwards as the crucible sun hit the apex Crimson skies laced against ......Read More

...*Image of Flying Cranes by Pixabay. Zoetic Long-Legged Birds A crane flew down and stood still on its stilts, their necks straighten in flights, a heron too would stand i......Read More

...One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering To see Nature, not in her cultivated neatness But in her stark nakedness and innate sweetness ......Read More

...The Ohio wipes its face every few miles. A bend in the river forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos and power plants, only occasional coal barges push an industrial past before them. Here catta......Read More

...When it rains the grass grows greener and thick like a forest of trees in my back yard Mr. Bojangles, the housecat slowly stalks its prey of wizard-like lizards scattering away. With noth......Read More

...The velvet blanket of night gently lifts revealing a gauzy veil of gray, seduced by the morning sun, usurping the day; water......Read More

...Soft squish of boots, gurgling footprints following a plodding tread. The riverbed speaks as it enters the mud writes also, a drainage of rivulets cursively signs the rivers name over and over......Read More

...The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last, and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see. To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and......Read More