the sound
of placid water
breaking

a blue heron
takes flight
the sound
of placid water
breaking

a blue heron
takes flight
Something-greater calls
Something-deep-within responds
leaving nets behind
the stream keeps flowing
what now floats on the surface
gone within a blink
yet writers are remembered
by ink which flowed from their pens
sunrise and sunset
sometimes the only colors
on a winter day
day after day of greyness
where oh where is the North Star
bundled in jumpsuit
crouching low against the wind
looks more cold than cool