Solitary heron

This hazy grey evening light

Belongs to your kind

Everything stood still

In this hazy spring evening

To watch the birds glide

Were you standing here

My arboreal old friend

When they laid these stones?

A burning orange
Hangs behind budding branches

Another day dies 

Long lost melodies

Reverberate from ruins

A midnight vigil

In a soupy mist

We wend and wind and whisper

Across horseshoe pass

In a sterile pool

So far from the teaming sea

I miss the ocean

I’ll hide away here

Deep down under the cold ground

Still hibernating

Heavy lumps of ice

Beaten by the wind and rain

Low pressure rolls in

My paper bag eyes

Flutter and swoop as a bird

Drifts slowly downstream

Long low evening sun

Paints the world a dreamy hue

Sleepwalking back home