9.8.15 Early this morning we were traipsing along the arroyo

Early this morning we were traipsing along the arroyo , swimming through the soup toward the invisible Connecticut . Nine young crows were breakfasting upon the remnants of the corn harvest in the field, as the Egret, sometimes aloft far up in the aged Oak at the end of the path by the riverbank , was down on the river, quietly fishing . On the stroll back, I stood on the raised path by this Tulip tree, quite old and stately , as the wind blew past us all and the dry reddened leaves slowly fell to the ground and the whole thing was a delicate song .