Early light has been diffused to an apricot glow,
dappled with fragments of cool, grey shadow,
echoes of the wet earth of an earlier landscape.
Soggy fields and marshes suffered centuries of drought;
now precious juttings of sea-worn granite lure us out
to where water once teemed with life.
Now all that’s left are sweeping views of rotting boats
and we breathe putrid air masked by the scent of salt.
Kim M. Russell, 2017