Saturday, August 9, 2008

A Poem for Saturday

The Egret

Poised at water’s edge
With steady gaze
For silver glint of fish to blaze
And briefly cut the surface
Of the pond

Barely breathing
He waits
With instinctive stillness

Time passes around him
But not for him

As he observes
The mirrored surface
And sees beyond his beauty

Cynthia Ann Conciatu, 1994

Marjorie Shuck Award, 1996
Florida State Poets Association


Lavinia said...

Sees beyond his beauty ....obviously he is *not* a Narcissus...

MuseSwings said...

Good thing - otherwise he'd starve!

Kalianne@BygoneBeauty said...

Not a narcisistic feather on his body...Gorgeous poem and photo!

MuseSwings said...

Thank you Kalianne!

Sandy said...

wow, beautiful poem that is!!

I didn't know you wrote poetry and an award too, how great is that!