I’m fascinated by great blue herons and have spent hours watching them. Typically they leave Maine for warmer climates by November or so. This year, a local heron appears to be intending to winter over. While I delight when I see it, I’m also quite concerned about its chances of survival.
To the heron who is wintering over
How do you fare, fair heron
when snow dusts your feathers
and cold seeps into your bones?
When frigid winds buffet you,
and fish are locked away
beneath ever-thickening ice?
Why did you linger
when autumn light turned amber
and cast long shadows?
Why didn’t you spread your mighty wings
Instead, each day
you step into frigid shallows
keen eyes scanning
for elusive fish.
Intent predator with stiletto stealth–
walking that thin slippery line
©Molly Hogan, 2019 (draft)
Jone Rush MacCulloch is hosting this week at her blog, Jone Rush MacCulloch. She’s sharing some beautiful poetry postcards and offering a giveaway. Go check it out!