As
dawn
ushered
light across
the sleepy valley
blackbirds chirp, red crested roosters
crow and human hands silence clocks with the aroma
of brewed coffee throughout the house
renewed promises
alone help
jump start
the
day.
The
Hood
Canal
beckoned, trout
and sockeye salmon
surfaced leaving broad rippling rings
we target while casting baited hooks, lines, and sinkers
into granite colored water
projecting the catch
that we'd fry
outdoors
come
lunch.
Hot
flames
crackled
and sizzled
the fruit of our sport
as fish flesh cooked in smokey clouds
azure skies and noonday sunrays altered the deep fiord's
complexion from lead grey to blue
mirroring flights of
mallards and
seal head
"V"
lines.
