shrooms 2 r

After the Storm

Wind is whistling this morning;

fir branches whirl and twirl

within their range of motion.

Sunbeams slip between raindrops

sending sporadic prisms until

they fall away to land among

bits of evergreen cast off.

Collar up against the gusting blasts,

the dogs trot following creature scents.

Pulled off the path of least resistance,

the ground squishes beneath feet.

Ferns jiggle fronds shaking faceted jewels

that disappear into dark brown leaf mulch

feeding a glistening mushroom colony.

Morning walks breathe forest into the day…