The herons stand
The heron i see, solemn. I heard once it was endangered, i do not know if this is anymore the case- any more than the rest of us.. But they still seem to exist on the edge of the spirit world.
I have seen them dwell in each of the places i have known. The trees on the edge of the great forest focal point of our city. Nearest to the beaches which they love and care for greatly. They do very well here. A great many of their kind make homes close together, close to everything, each other. It is how they feel most connected, i would have to guess- an important feeling.
Further back i saw them in the trees overlooking the bay of horseshoe. Late i waited there with them for a boat to take me home (when i lived on an island, but had not yet made the final leap to land.) they silently surveyed the water, looking on.
And further back still, the herons made themselves welcome by the village of the island. Their unwaivering spirits in those treetops saved our park from what was to be a very ill thought out plan.
They were elusive and rare long back into my memory, i saw them out only at the worst hours, in the worst weather, but now they stand tall for all to see.
Recently i witnessed one standing in a trance, divining its next move.. An unsavoury bird approached, taking steps against the calm heron. The heron stood, as they do, opened its great wings, stepping forward in stoic defiance. Which was too much for the aggressor, who fled without delay.
The red bird has meaning too, i think
like the blue bird of happiness
red is the opposite, then, so it would follow.
But it isnt right that it would be of sadness, no.
that i know is not the case. That is not what resides on my shoulder.
But the true meaning of the rouge sparrow, the crimson cardinal is in the seeking
that is the true opposite, journeying, not yet attained (at least for long) joy.
That is what i feel to be true. That is what accompanies me
perched near my ear, urging me forward on a gentle path
it knows where its going
I have seen them dwell in each of the places i have known. The trees on the edge of the great forest focal point of our city. Nearest to the beaches which they love and care for greatly. They do very well here. A great many of their kind make homes close together, close to everything, each other. It is how they feel most connected, i would have to guess- an important feeling.
Further back i saw them in the trees overlooking the bay of horseshoe. Late i waited there with them for a boat to take me home (when i lived on an island, but had not yet made the final leap to land.) they silently surveyed the water, looking on.
And further back still, the herons made themselves welcome by the village of the island. Their unwaivering spirits in those treetops saved our park from what was to be a very ill thought out plan.
They were elusive and rare long back into my memory, i saw them out only at the worst hours, in the worst weather, but now they stand tall for all to see.
Recently i witnessed one standing in a trance, divining its next move.. An unsavoury bird approached, taking steps against the calm heron. The heron stood, as they do, opened its great wings, stepping forward in stoic defiance. Which was too much for the aggressor, who fled without delay.
The red bird has meaning too, i think
like the blue bird of happiness
red is the opposite, then, so it would follow.
But it isnt right that it would be of sadness, no.
that i know is not the case. That is not what resides on my shoulder.
But the true meaning of the rouge sparrow, the crimson cardinal is in the seeking
that is the true opposite, journeying, not yet attained (at least for long) joy.
That is what i feel to be true. That is what accompanies me
perched near my ear, urging me forward on a gentle path
it knows where its going