there he was,
the hunched heron
on the frozen marsh,
quiet and still—
i stood and watched him
until my ears were numb,
and when i lifted my hands to warm them
he looked straight at my folly
and flew away
The Heron on a Cold Day
there he was,
the hunched heron
on the frozen marsh,
quiet and still—
i stood and watched him
until my ears were numb,
and when i lifted my hands to warm them
he looked straight at my folly
and flew away
spanishwoods 
Your verse is so touching. I love it. To be able to combine feeling, seeing and words in such a way. Wow.
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Thank you for your kind compliments! 🙂
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Beautiful post!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful words and photograph.
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Thanks so very much.
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Beautiful, beautiful pics
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Thank you.
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Beautiful poem and photo.
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Thank you ever so much.
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I too have spent beautiful moments in the marsh just watching heron until my dogs spotted the wader and chased him to the sky. A perfect poem to tell of heron. Thank you.
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Thank you Gretchen. 🙂
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So well done! I admire your work.
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Thank you.
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I have to say I enjoyed this very much. Well done
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Thank you very much.
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