Hey, Cyn... I'm finally back ta walk around behind ya, jest larnin' to pick these fascinatin' creations! I'm gettin' black between my coppered toes!
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Hunting for Chanterelle
I search the ground
for pushed-up earth
where a careful brush
reveals a blush
of fleshy face.
Perhaps I’ll find you.
I find sight the well worn path of deer
who browse through broken bushes.
Here, their traveled trail is shared:
The [ Something to hint a bit more who she is, e.g. Sweet ? ] tigress, Isabella, wears
a harbinger upon her back,
her sweater knit more copper than black
in front of winter.
I hope I find you.
I step lightly[,]
and prowl unseen
among the waxy wintergreen
whose its white-veined leaves shine alight with the dark
promise of scent.
I cannot find you
I pick my way
through pipsissewa
ripe with berry
bitter[,] and raw,
discover snakeroot, blue cohosh
layered in October’s cloth
and everywhere, the fresh, well-dug signs
of harvesters who've hurried here
before ahead of me.
Did they find you?
Well, my friend, my little offering may just be tossed onto your mulch pile; I know it's not exactly mushrooming with originality...
but it is dark out here in this place... and even a bit murky. Best I could do under the circumstances, ya know.
always tryin' ta leave a Light trail, Daniel
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