After days of rain and gloom, the river has overflowed it's banks,
leaving a depressed heron standing near the bank
in a morass of floating river trash, his shoulders hunched
like a rain-soaked man with no umbrella.
Finally, the rain has moved on and the skies have begun to clear.
The clouds this afternoon were layered like the puffy lining
in quilts, multicolored, reluctant to let the sun peep through.
And "Here Come the Mummies"
for no reason other than they make me happy,
chasing away whatever gloom
was induced by the rain.
2 comments:
Wishing you blue skies and happiness over the holidays, Speedway.
Oh, and that heron was probably very happy about the floods; plenty of food washed into the shallows.
Thank you for your nice thoughts, Dive.
It's bright and sunny here, now, the rain has been driven out by clear skies and cooler temps.
The heron may well have gotten better food, but did he want to have to stab at it through a morass of plastic bottles and shopping bags? I saw one again today, pecking along the grass covered bank. 8 to 10 feet from the wayer.
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