Woman In The Marsh

                                 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.

Marty Luster