After The Storm

by Blue Heron

I venture out
onto fresh fallen snow
and examine footprints
of creatures who walked before dawn;
a rabbit, several gray squirrels, and a raccoon;
the raccoon leaving delicate impressions of his padded paws.
 
Snow dunes
traverse the yard and curl
to embrace indigo shadows.
 
the birds, hours before, trampled the snow 
beneath the feeders
leaving bare grass and seed litter.
 
I thought I was early, but really I have missed most
of the action. What remains is silent, and poised
like a stage still set, before the curtain falls
the actors gone, but the air still swirling with their movements.
 
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About Blue Heron

My wife and I became members of the Community in 1975. We had come to the Community prior to that time on various retreats from our church in Connecticut. I landed an elementary teaching career in 1976 and taught in that same school until 1999. We raised two sons (now married) who are both now professed members of the Community. We have three grandchildren and three granddogs. I continue to work in the public school teaching science on a part time basis, and also serve as advisor and part time teacher for a group of parents who homeschool in the Community. My wife works as a dental assistant. Life in the Community has expanded my borders far beyond what I would have imagined. Over the years I have sung with the choir, participated in Gregorian Chant, served as chalice bearer, made stained glass, been part of a writing group, built sets for Gilbert and Sullivan productions and sung in them. The list goes on. I cannot think of a better environment to raise a child. And I cannot think of any place that would have challenged more, and kept me moving forward as a Christian father and husband. I have been over my head and lifted above the waters. I am looking back in gratitude, and forward in hope.

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