Friday, May 17, 2013

And Herons Flew Across The Sky

Two in as many days,
No harbingers of doom,
Only memory bearers,
Calling me backwards.

The snag with nests,
Four in a row,
Where pterodactyl birds recline,
In ancient instinctual style.

And time morphs fluidly,
Pulled across days and miles,
Calling into question
The meaning of home.

So many eras,
A heart spread thin,
Such love and longing,
Loss and glorious joy.

They glide so smoothly,
Yet heavy in the sky,
And leave me wondering,
And simultaneously thankful.

2 comments:

  1. I like it but now I want to research if pterodactyls nested.

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  2. Never thought to research it, but if they did, I'm sure they would have needed to live around the Redwoods.

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