Red salmon are swimming, swimming
up the incoming tide,
the sun so faint in the eerie mist
that covers the soft leaves of blooming bushes,
huckleberries, hanging ripe and heavy
on drooping green branches,
leaves unfold as dark clouds
drizzle over old pines,
an eagle soars in the salty ocean breeze
above a town that lays
sleepily as stars retreat from
the awakening
sunshine
Katie Collins