August “Marshes On”

A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.

Guy de Maupassant

Yellow and green colored leaves compliment rusty colored cattail stalks poking up between them. Small birds perch atop the cattails, singing and chirping their hearts out, as though ushering out the summer and welcoming the impending autumn.

Joyce Prisco