Everything is Damp
Even the copper bark of the Madrona tree is ruddy
and the Moss and Fens and Fungus grow everywhere now
The land is dark and wet and the colors are grays, browns and greens
The cold seeps in over time slowly
until the fingers don't work and I stumble around
The drips in the woods are indicators of their distance and
even the eel grass runs off the water
The sun can't get through
the silted water
running first left to right and then right to left