Saturday, August 1, 2015

White Heron

Two golden days in a row
a morning paddle in the salt marsh
white herons standing on pencil thin black legs
bright yellow beaks against their snowy feathers
flying in silence as we float past
sitting on the board
my eyes close in the morning sun
the quietness stilling my heart
at home I work on a turtle table
zen doodling all afternoon
time passing so quickly
and I realize I have made it a good day
I am thankful for my work
being a turtle nest parent tonight
North Carolina has called me home

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