Saturday, September 1, 2012

a haiku moment.

after the rain
on the swollen weir
a heron

Taking advantage of a few minutes of sunshine in our 'rainy season' summer, I went for a short run early yesterday morning. As I crossed the old stone bridge that separates the town I live in from the woods in which I like to run, I glanced left at the river, fuller than normal from all the rain, which was pouring over the weir. Motionless at the edge of the water, ankle deep, stood a steel grey heron. Truly a haiku moment.

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