James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

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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Jill Spagnola May 20, 2015 at 7:27 AM wow! your poem is more descriptive than any app. It acts as a camera to the eye, but your gift creates a much more intricate film. Thank you, Jill

Valerie Bellefleur April 21, 2015 at 1:59 PM wonderful poetry...

Julie Clark April 21, 2015 at 12:25 AM wow lovely poem and i could see every word i loved the words listen to the wind harvest the gift of the season well done i will read you more

Rosanna Llamera April 20, 2015 at 1:58 PM Dear poet, I love to read your best poem like Silent hearts, Snow Angel, Labyrinth and the Lost in the Autumn Air. I like the wording to it and the rhythm to it too. Best works.

Milton Robertson April 20, 2015 at 12:35 PM Hey Marshall your poem reminds me of being in the woods. Fishing hunting or just admiring Gods work. Very Nice.

James Peranteau April 18, 2015 at 8:56 AM Wow dear poet ! Yet another meat eater I've learned of here on the Soup ! TY Mr. Goff ! Have a wonderful weekend sir.....much love, james