Notice how the Heron stands,
an effortless kind of poise.
Bound with inherent presence
regardless of the noise.

With the serenity of sunsets,
and their evolving light.
Bringing closure to the days
and opening the nights.

With a soothing balance to our pride,
refining all the haste.
While softening the edges
and sharpening the taste.

A slow flow through the pages
inspiration from the leaves.
The gilding of those treasured thoughts,
and the self in to believe.

Raising glasses to the glow
and all the daily gems.
Shining through your window
and through the crocheted lens.

by Anthony Stoker.