The Heron

I saw a Great Blue Heron

Standing in the rain.

Statuesque and still, she stood,

A carving etched from weathered wood.

It was a day of layered grays,

Ashen mist and fog.

The marshy lake, a muddy bog,

Reflecting the silvered sky.

While mossy rocks and naked trees

Landscaped the winter scene,

The Great Blue Heron held her head

With dignity like a queen.

by Heather J. Willis, author