Autumn
Sitting contentedly
On the lichen decorated log,
Gracious clearing
Dappled in dancing sunlight.
She sits crosslegged
On the forest floor
Surrounded by eager
Radiant faces.
They take turns
Pressing their inquiries.
What about this mushroom?
And this? Ahh, how beautiful!
The air glistens with grace.
The kindness and generosity
Of her answers
Are like a gentle,
Encouraging embrace.
My gaze shifts from her
Warm brown eyes
To take in the intimacy
Of this golden moment.
The sweet damp forest air,
The scraggily pines
Lean in close to hear
The names of their fungal friends.
Fellowship so precious
And fleeting, like
The mushrooms themselves
On this fine Autumn day.
Scott DuRoff 11/2014
Sitting contentedly
On the lichen decorated log,
Gracious clearing
Dappled in dancing sunlight.
She sits crosslegged
On the forest floor
Surrounded by eager
Radiant faces.
They take turns
Pressing their inquiries.
What about this mushroom?
And this? Ahh, how beautiful!
The air glistens with grace.
The kindness and generosity
Of her answers
Are like a gentle,
Encouraging embrace.
My gaze shifts from her
Warm brown eyes
To take in the intimacy
Of this golden moment.
The sweet damp forest air,
The scraggily pines
Lean in close to hear
The names of their fungal friends.
Fellowship so precious
And fleeting, like
The mushrooms themselves
On this fine Autumn day.
Scott DuRoff 11/2014
