grey wood, green duck flew
through wisps of blurred pine and mist
all day had been dusk
the faint smell of salt
mixed with humus, old cedar
and damp ocean fog
small brown-winged hawk floats
effortlessly above me
and the rough, dark earth
rigid bare-brown woods:
a yellow poplar dances
alone with the wind
black stumps, misshapen
reflections in a dark pool
deep brown and stagnant
sparkling water drop
jewel dripping from the tip
of red wax berry
only the steady
chirp of the hidden cricket
stirs the autumn trees
salt water inlet
the only sound was yellow
sun sinking on shore