A late summer night and the snowy egret
has come again to the shallows in front of my house
as he has for forty years.
Don’t think he is a casual part of my life,
that white stroke in the dark.
– Mary Oliver
It refreshes you. In turn, you pass it on.
Absolutely beautiful, poem and photo. Not a word about GS.
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