Grey sea
grey sky
grey sand
and one grey heron
picking its way
through puddles
left on the shore,
stands still
and blends
into the greyness
for a moment-
disappearing.
Then it moves,
flashing white cheek patches,
that echo
the rolling in
white horses of the sea.
Its mate arrives.
Together,
they fly off over
the stoical
coastal trees,
animating the now,
not-so-grey, day-
for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem