Daily the spring water fowl strike poses
that hold me entranced
The ivory white feathered Egret
walks a delicate elocution of phrased movement
that cajoles the shallows and gives signature to the mud
by Ruth Juris
Monday, August 8, 2011
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3 comments:
Ruth Juris is a practicing veterinarian and veterinary surgeon. She grew up in Washington State, has traveled all over the United States, particularly the West, and currently practices her profession in Long Island, New York. She has been writing poetry since her teens.
What a beautiful nuanced, evocative poem - so much in just a few lines. Please publish more by Dr. Juris.
S. Menzies
A most elegant characterization of the contrast of life.
Grace Caru
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