Woman in The Marsh
On a breezy day I was looking out over the fresh water marsh;
the cattails and grasses swaying, rustling, weaving and merging
and making my vision grow blurry and my eyes tired.
It was warm, but the air had the color of autumn and the
scent of the nearby ocean induced a dream.
From the gently dancing grasses, from the moistened soil,
from the sea-infused ether and the autumn tinted marsh there appeared a woman.
At first I thought her to be a stalk of rare vegetation,
with a head of tightly wound cauliflower-like flower buds.
But, no, it was a woman in the marsh.