Heron.

Star-eyed fisher king.
Great winged god,
Rippling the water
With a motion
That stills my eyes,
Filling the pine-scented air
With unsung promise.

In that moment
The land is stirred
Into motion;
Hypnotized reeds
Their feathered heads swaying,
Dance to the rhythm
Of mighty wing-beats.

The wild ancient cry,
The reflections of primeval
Forest on the oily surface
Of the great marsh,
The multitude of echoes
Ringing to be heard,
Falling through time
Frozen forever
In shimmering amber.