Red-tailed hawk
Calls into the grey air
A silent owl
Glides into oncoming dark
Wood ducks slip
Behind Canada geese
In the icing winter pond
What remains of light
Freezes into the ice.
Small birds, in silhouette,
Flit amid the brambles.
I am there, too--
Wingless, reduced to shadow,
Becoming one with the night.
Sandy Lee Carlson is a writer and educator living in Woodbury, Connecticut, where she is poet laureate. Sandy loves Connecticut and all that is wild and natural about it. She has published several collections of poetry, most recently Mother Tongue. Find out more at sandycarlson.net
