And when the blue heron, breaking his long breast feathers,
sees one feather fall, does he know I will find it?
Will he see me holding it in my hand?
as he opens his wings
softly and without a sound
as he rises and floats over the water?
|Subject||2.9 × 2.7 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|