A majestic, silky
great blue heron
came to share
the January sunset.
His azure feathers silhouetted
against the sun's blaze orange
and cotton candy pink rays
like a Monet canvas.
Does the heron's avian heart
vibrate in sync with mine?
I do not know
but his presence calms me.
He and I walk this earth
despite all tragedy,
despite despair,
Spirit whispers,
"It's all good."
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