Winter In The Pacific Northwest

The winter rains have arrived.

Darkness falls before we are ready.

Clouds dip down until they blanket treetops.

Wet is everywhere.

Light tries to filter through thick clouds.

But it is reflected back to the sky.

The salmon are returning

To begin the next cycle.

Eagles scavenge the rivers for carcasses

Dropping bits of uneaten fish from trees.

Remnants of an eagle’s feast, found on my lawn beneath a large tree.

Leaves have left their branches

And compost on the ground

Joining the decaying fish

Creating the soup

That will fertilize spring’s new growth.