Morel Telos
Hidden, perched on high,
The Peregrine Falcon echolocates the
bird-in-flight warning song.
Only when intercept is optimal, takes flight.
Soaring over 100mph, wings and claws
cantilever for precise capture.
There is no app I follow, only the rhythms
of nature my Father passed down to me-
"listen to the wind"
"harvest the gifts of the seasons"
Wild Tansyleaf Aster carpets this river bottom
forest. Stepping around deep imprints left by
a heavy Buck, the symphony of migrating
Warblers sweeps through my wooded wind.
Brambles I avoid, Deer Ticks I hope to discover!
and mud sink-holes I traverse; as I approach
the unmistakeable glint of the Giant Golden Morel!
04/18/15
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Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2015
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