Bay CrossingsPoetry

Against the Wind

By Bill Coolidge

two egrets skid low among the branches of Live Oak trees

their forward progress impeded by a stiff east wind

their bodies, like sheets hanging on a clothes line

tremble and shake

the wild horses are fidgity

munching, glancing up

the sky is heavy laden,

the gray bulging clouds, seamless

Just a Glance

By Bill Coolidge

blue heron glides

above spring sprouted trees

underneath gray clouds

neighborhood dog barks

as dim shadow crosses backyard

surveyor of forest, creek

a perch on cypress branch

not even a squawk

silence falls

what do I do

with all this solitude