great blue heron stands still
at thinning gray dusk
in the middle of the pond
visible only from a sliver angle
in shadows and reflections
of trees on water skimming the ice.
Needle-nose beak like compass needle
barely moves to the south
away from the sloping road.
Air from early temperate to late freezing.
Sun sinks without hint of a trace.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine