Bayou

The velvet glove swamp defers to a pearl white sunset:
Rank undergrowth melds into a tranquil bottle green carpet.
A snowy white morph of a blue heron or a great egret – was it a Mississippiensis ibis?
The great bird turns our eye and rises smoothly into cream sky
I’m with elder daughter and her daughter, Rhiannon,
Photographed by Alice, my younger daughter -

Something fecund and serene – earthy, yes, prolific -
Not only the dank swamp, but the cloudy crane-laden sky
The humid horizon is softly low but not distant
While the flight deserts us on this small plank outpost.
My life points to Jessica and her arm caresses her daughter:

Jess, the next generation - something yielding and quiet about her yet strong;
Like this bayou swamp.
Simple and poised but unusual, almost exotic; with a grace of the crane.
The evening’s temperament is balmy after the sulky hot day.
Three generations rest placidly on the spacious Louisiana bayou.  ¶ 12:42 PM