Visions Poem by Kay Bressner

When I close my eyes, I see the expanse of
blue-gray clouds hovering over the vast swamp.

An image not unpleasant as one might think;
the grass has light, the water fresh life
and the sky is silvery lined.

Where the dark nebula breaks, kind loving rays
of sun shine down; invigorating the wild flora.


I live on land that was once a part
of such miraculous place

The great blue heron and we,
the settlers, now greet face to face.