Saturday, August 9, 2008

A Poem for Saturday


The Egret

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

Unblinking
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

5 comments:

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!
~Kalianne

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!