Author Gertrude Laughlin Joerissen That great flake of snow which has just floated over the lake was a white heron. Motionless, at the end of a sand bank, the white heron watches the winter. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments