Another very early morning.
No sky to speak of.
Shrouds of mist that suddenly part to reveal
The dim figures of birds.
I can’t see anything. Fumble with the lens cap
And then just shoot where I can vaguely make out
A feathered soul floating in the sky.
It’s only when I upload my photos that I realize
The camera and heron worked in harmony
To give me the gift of these magically misty shots.
Sometimes not having a sky can be a gift in itself.
For clearer skies, please visit: Skywatch.
This entry was posted on September 22, 2011 by ladyfi. It was filed under Nature, Skywatch and was tagged with birds, dreamy, flight, flying, heron, mist, misty, mystical, poetry, shooting and hoping, sky, there is no sky, what sky?.