I
remember
a
white heron stalking
the
edge of a pond
one
early morning.
I
remember
swimming
in a Sierra stream,
alone
except for a red-tailed hawk
flying
through a noon sun.
I
remember
watching
a single swan swim
over
a lake's moon reflection
in
silhouette.
They
come,
hunting
me at the edges
of
my reflections,
stalking
me in these late days.
Greg
Gregory has been published in the US, Canada, and the UK in publications including California
Quarterly, The Aurorean, and Avocet. Born in Washington, DC, Greg
lived 14 years in the San Francisco Bay area. Greg currently lives and
writes in Sacramento, California with his wife, Rita.
Dear Greg,
ReplyDeleteYou made the images alive with your words. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.
Best wishes,
Inge
Excellent Imges Greg, I loved this piece from start to finish...perfect!
ReplyDeletesuch great descriptions - love it
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem, Greg. I especially love the third stanza. Thank you for sharing . Continued blessings!
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(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Dear Greg,
ReplyDeleteI enjoy these images coming from memory
Knight Writer
Gregory,
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I was in "The Aurorean" and "Avocet", as well. Just curious...what are some of the publications you have been in, in the U. K. and Canada? (You can e-mail me at ipoetdavid2@gmail with the answer)