Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 5, Number 3, September 2011

Autumn N. Hall
Green Mountain Falls, Colorado, USA


Hope is the Thing With Feathers

May in the mountains and the Great Blue Heron drags her reedy legs through a raining hail of slush. Her lance-like beak points the way straight from her S-curved neck as she follows in one sleek grey glide. Up Ute Pass, into this nest of mountains with its muddied snow-melt she sails, weighty wingbeats muffled by thunder. Lightning splashes like a flashbulb over the Gazebo pond. Does the fatty flavor of corn-fed trout tug the heron by her tongue, towing her here? The crooked spruce cants at 45 degrees above her favorite angling place. In our cedar cabin on the pond-side hill, I hold back the sheers to watch from my bedroom window.

to ice on feather
faith preens, knee deep
on rangy orange legs


Note: The author wishes to acknowledge Emily Dickinson for her assistance with the title.

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