Moon Tide and Fog

The marsh is quiet tonight, just a gentle shush

Of the spent swells washing the edge of the shore.

 The penny winkles sway on their slender green perch, just out of reach of any hungry fish that may happen by on high water.

A gentle rasping sigh as the slightest of hint of a breeze ruffles the tops of the bullrushes .

The fog closes in around everything, a soft damp cloak

that covers land and water.

 In it’s soft embrace it seeks to comfort all creation.

The moon peeks through the mist as if to say “Yes,I am here”, then she hides her face again.

She is the queen of the tides.

The mist, it sticks to one’s skin - a million little droplets.

Breathe in the moist, salt laden air, the fragrance of life.

Hear the sounds of the small ones as they scurry along their hidden pathways.

Fur, Fins and feathers,

web foot and hoof,

They are all here in this place they call home.

A place, mostly hidden from us,

yet we are blessed with a fleeting glimpse from time to time.