Marsh at Dawn

mary weathers poetry

Marsh at Dawn 1

the heron and stork are unlikely friends
she in her elegant navy robes
he just out of bed 
a grumpy old man with wild tufts of hair

yet here 
at dawn 
they stand together 
silent sentinels 
reflections just as beautiful 
as their realities 

Marsh at Dawn 2

there’s a quietness 
to the marsh at dawn
that I could eat with a spoon
the great blue heron 
on the muddy oyster mound
the water barely a ripple
even the spartina grass 
dares not move 
silent mist encroaches 
enhancing the mood 
but finally 
distant plovers break the stillness 
with quick cries 

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