Aug 17, 2017
鷺 ——————————————— Heron in a sea of green. Feet a wreck from all his walking, longing for skies more serene. He was never one for flocking. The rice fields rustled, caressed by the wind. Cicadas muffled, Farewell to a friend. With a gentle push, he was in the sky. Gliding without rush, a tear in his eye. He flew just above the field. Heavy anchor in his heart, but the mud began to peel, and his glide became a dart. Though that field had been a home, enough stories for a tome, deep inside he also knew that the skies were just too blue. —————————————-#japan #poetry #friends #日本 #匝瑳市 #sosa #inakamagic (at Yōkaichiba, Chiba)