You Look Like a Tall Glass of Waterthrush

The sallow leaves fell slowly through the visible cloak of humidity, dark silhouettes of jays pierced through the gray overhead, blood red berries on spicebush sparkled in the dew,  and wet bumblebees sleepily clung to their violet thistle trundles.    Crickets twinkled through the morning fog as big ripe walnuts thudded to the damp ground. …