January 1 - January 4
as the fog lays upon the land
cattails stand as silent sentinels
stems glistening with golden brown hues
while plump flower heads whose fluff
was recently plucked by chickadees soak in
the earthy smell of water not quite frozen
sensual auras meld
So strange to see a lone cattail. I feel a certain reverence around them—as a source of food, with fronds for basketmaking, and absolutely awesome determination to push horizontal roots (underground) to completely unexpected places in the garden. I think of them as tailings!