Another entry for the Imagist Poetry prompt over at dVerse. http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/28/image-ine-dverse-meeting-the-bar/ Even if you say you don’t care for poetry, I think you will like these linked poems. No photo for this. The poem is the image.
Heron
Lazy creek lined on both sides
by thick cedars – water the ancient color
of burnt sienna dyed by cedar tannins.
The marshland is silent.
The couple in the slowly floating canoe is silent.
A heron standing one legged in the creek
watches them pass.
He dips his beak in the water
before lifting himself to the sky.
kanzen sakura 
Jan 29, 2016 @ 03:23:32
I think i have been there.. to be so close and watching a heron take of is so special.. and there in a canoe you feel like you are immersed in nature so much more than if your feet are on solid ground…
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:38:29
Indeed you do. This was written about a very interesting are in the US, the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. I think I am going to do a series of poems about the Barrens in the imagist style. It is a perfect style for that strange, beautiful, bizarre, haunted area.
Jan 29, 2016 @ 04:51:54
no living thing wants to break the silence of the heron – your words are indeed a picture
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:36:13
Thank you.
Jan 29, 2016 @ 05:11:36
This is absolutely incredible especially love “water the ancient color of burnt sienna dyed by cedar tannins.” Beautifully done ❤
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:35:52
Thank you!
Jan 29, 2016 @ 05:57:19
You have captured the scenery and the stillness of the heron perfectly.
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:35:17
Thank you!
Jan 29, 2016 @ 08:43:24
Beautiful description of nature….the cedar trees affecting the color of the water is a naturalist touch. We leave tomorrow morning for 2 months in Bermuda. Have you ever been? It is an island that was discovered accidentally when folks crashed there, on their way to Jamestown with provisions — in the 1600s. There were no indigenous peoples and the island or islands that make up Bermuda (23 miles long and only 2.5 miles at its widest) were covered with what is now called Bermuda cedar. Those who stayed and lured others, became ship builders…and eventually decimated the Bermuda cedars. They are trying to replant and regrow and refurbish. It is against the law now to export anything made of cedar….even old antique trunks etc. We attend St. Peters while there — the oldest Anglican church in the New World — and the entire inside (including what are called box pews) are made of the old cedar. It is a beautiful wood…..and when you juxtapose it here with the delicate heron…just beautiful images together. Thank you for a lovely poem.
Google St Peters in St George, Bermuda and I’m certain you can see images of the inside — it is such a warm colored wood!
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:33:27
Your trip sounds lovely. I visited Bermuda years and years ago, but mainly partied at the time. I hope you will take pics to share with us and get all kinds of inspiration for poems along with a nice, warm rest! Take care and have fun. I hope you’ll be able to check in with some while you are gone. You will be missed.
Feb 01, 2016 @ 06:38:47
Not to worry — Bermuda is an amazing poetic muse and I shall be moseying up to the dVerse bar throughout my visit 🙂 Too special of a place to miss!
Jan 29, 2016 @ 08:56:01
What a lovely, lovely scene you have drawn with your words!
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:30:55
Thank you!
Jan 29, 2016 @ 11:11:06
a slice of tranquility…so beautifully sketched…”A heron standing one legged in the creek” specially love this…
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:29:54
Thank you. Herons are majestic birds.
Jan 29, 2016 @ 11:46:31
I’m there, standing on the banks of that burnt sienna river–only here it’s a water hazard and a egret. :0)
Jan 29, 2016 @ 12:23:06
We have egrets as well and osprey and. Bald eagles! This area I am writing about is a massive wildlife preserve in southern New Jersey known as the Pine Barrens. If you ever get internet, look it up and for images. One of the most beautiful and unique areas in the US with hundreds of endangered and standard animal, bird, reptile, plant species in the US. I became intimately acquainted when I lived in Philadelphia. I am inspired to do a long imagist poem about it, which includes Heron. Fascinating place, serene, wild, and Haunted in some areas.
Jan 29, 2016 @ 14:34:42
I love your poem but also the last comment sounds such an interesting place to visit. In London there are many herons by the river but here in our area of Spain too few.
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:28:10
The Pine Barrens are incredible. I hope you will google it and images – ruins of some buidlings from long ago, mysterious bodies of water, pure white sand, varied pines and fauna…just a very different place.
Feb 02, 2016 @ 16:06:42
It is indeed wonderful. Good to see even when so far from these places. Thank you for the links.
Feb 02, 2016 @ 16:09:44
You are most welcome!
Jan 29, 2016 @ 17:02:17
The image transpired gradually in front of me. I enjoyed the process!
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:26:08
I am glad you did!
Jan 30, 2016 @ 13:25:35
The scene was so clearly and beautifully laid out, Toni. It reminded me of a time when I was canoeing down the Wekiva River and we had left some rather noisy boaters behind us and it became quiet and still and my boyfriend (at the time) and I saw an otter swimming and then running on the bank. Nothing like a quiet ride on a quiet river. I love the meditative and reverent feel of your poem.
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:23:16
Thank you. It is a wonderful place, Pine Barrens in NJ.
Jan 31, 2016 @ 13:59:29
I think the poem’s image is enough without a photo to support the words. Too often a poem relies on the photo for explication. it shouldn’t be so. well done.
Feb 01, 2016 @ 01:22:32
Thank you!