The Last Rookery on the Island - Betsy Holleman

The flap of wings. White birds herald
dusk migration into the rookery.
Snowy egret. Great white heron. Little
blues land on live oak limbs.
Move up and down, high step between branches.
Fight for a perch as precious feathers drift.

Silhouetted against flames of dying
sun, a portrait of mayhem and order,
pale reflections in brackish pond water.
Wings outstretched, without touching.
Long before the fishing boat,
beach sandcastle, bicycle tire fat.

Cathedral of salt air, alligator-
guarded, a gathering of birds.

Betsy Holleman Burke is passionate about writing poetry and is beginning her sixth year as a member of the Surrey Street Poets in Washington, DC, a wonderfully eclectic group. She published her first chapbook, Searching for Hummingbirds, in 2014, shortly before her marriage to an old friend. Between them they have a delightful extended family. Betsy is a floral designer at both the Washington National Cathedral and Hillwood Museum. Her favorite job was working as a consultant to the National Geographic Society Education Foundation.  She is delighted to have her poem published by Front Porch Review.