Autumn In the Woods
the fey are listening
I sense them, but understand they know me not
faeries, elves, and a possible gnome here
I sit next to three red mushrooms
waiting for them to come out of their houses
bright purple violets trimmed in yellow
popping through the spongy forest floor
mushroom hunting next to oak soldiers
what could be better?
Spying a faerie perhaps
But they are secretive and shy
because they know me not
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