Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Poem by Diane Webster


The blue heron flies
with its reflection
across the lake’s surface
until it lands ashore
and basks
its own shadow
as a trout briefly
springs from the water;
mirror shattered
by rippling splash
as the heron stealthily
steps into the rings
and waits with cape shadow
behind like grim reaper,
with twin image in front
ready to capture a lazy fish.

Diane Webster enjoys drives in the mountains where she looks for poetry ideas and opportunities to take pictures. Plus she tries to be vigilant of nature even when walking from the parking lot to work. She has had poetry accepted by "Rainbow Rose," "Illya's Honey," "The Old Red Kimono" and other literary magazines.

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