Extravagant layers of moss draped
over tree trunks, cushioning the earth
around great tree roots, gleam bright
green in the dim light of an heavily
overcast sky, deep within the forest
as we ramble its rain-damp trails.
Pine needles littering the trails in orange
hue lie densely underfoot, along
with a treasury of fallen pine cones.
Willow leaves have already dappled
the ground in a premature message of
impending autumn. Bright red haws
cling to the thorny branches of Hawthorn
trees. White, and mauve-coloured asters
bloom in abundance, alongside Queen
Anne's lace, and yolk-yellow goldenrod.
The close-knit leafy canopy shelters us
as rain progresses from sparse to
fountained, creating myriad dimples
upon the creek's placid surface.
Nuthatches chatter, springing from
branch to trunk, creeping upward in
search of bark-bearing edibles.
There are fungal growths piercing the
moist ground, imposed over long-decayed
tree roots, in a delicate, colourful
profusion of layered shapes. Sky-blue
mushrooms appear, and tiny orange,
flat-headed specimens, flaunting
their final, fleeting (lethal?) beauty.
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