We’ve been blessed with considerable sunshine lately, but with it has come cold, foggy mornings.
Even the red-winged blackbird’s brilliant mating song of could not dispel winter’s grip on Theler Wetlands.
Reeds remained encased in icy waters,
The sun could not break through the fog
shrouding the wetlands,
obscuring the difference between reality
and the mere reflection of reality.
At a mile and a half, the turnaround point, I followed the thunk-thunk of a Pileated Woodpecker
hammering away at a tree’s dry rot.
It wasn’t until I was about to leave the wetlands at 1:00 PM that the shroud finally lifted,
revealing the land’s one true constant. Its beauty.