Sandhill Cranes Preparing to Migrate North — image by kenne
The marsh holds them a little longer,
a shallow mirror of sky and bone-colored light.
They stand in the water
like thoughts that haven’t resolved,
tall, uncertain,
beautiful in their hesitation.
Even migration
has its hour of doubt.
— kenne
“beautiful in their hesitation” love that line!
Thank you for the comment.
Beautiful poem and stunning photo!
Thank you.
You’re welcome, Kenne.