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.
Leaves have left their branches
And compost on the ground
Joining the decaying fish
Creating the soup
That will fertilize spring’s new growth.