the Great Blue Heron
is indoors - seven inches high
and standing on the simple base
of a bedroom lamp.
Gazing toward the afternoon light
that fills the window casing,
the heron sees branches in the room-
leaves long browned and dry
anchored in a bucket of damp soil

a year-old haiku comes to mind:
'new and green,
or crumbling on the twig,
leaves maintain
their plucky outlook -'
Who knows what may take root.
'every leaf has its own soul'
i heard today
and will remember