the forest floor
is damp and dark, and
mushrooms are happy.
Happy Fungi [Haiku]
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the forest floor
is damp and dark, and
mushrooms are happy.
Spring has arrived!
the view from glade to glade
through woods, is no more.
a cave-like forest:
then valley and sun align,
and one ‘s outside-in.
a walk in the park:
i breathe, we breathe,
then we are breath.
a road parts the woods, one lane splits up nature... or does it?
The trees will soon be barren, all. It is that time of year -- the Fall. The understory never was, and can't now house the insect buzz. And, so, the woods stand silently -- nothing treads in peace, nor violently. It's empty; devoid of motion: life hides below, as in Oceans. It does feel like we're out to sea - a strange place where both sides are lee. And - so - we're stuck, we can't move on, but can see promise over yon.
in a thriving wood, sits a barren patch of understory. oh what tales locals tell about the patch that can't grow!
for any deer pair,
there’s one cautious,
& one obstinate.
the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.
it’s cool & rainy,
but the canopy is green:
last days of summer.