there is a place where we go...
a secret tidal creek that shoots off our bay...
to learn this secret one must watch in the early summer twilight, the way which the egrets fly at the end of their day...
to enter this secret cove that varies from year to year...
one must hush & let the tide have its way...
but the reward is great as the sun falls...
soon gentle wings caress the air & the trees are ornamented...
as the egrets of our marsh & bay yield to twilight's yearnings & find a roost for the night to stay...
as graceful night sweeps the sky, one's soul is refreshed here in the last bit of the light of day...
