Hi there,
So spring is here, and the sun shining through forest canopies has been as glorious as new life sprouting up from underground. Today I’m sharing a short poem that emerged from one of my last month’s foraging rambles, along with some images of the tiny beautiful things I captured along the way. Enjoy.
The winter chanterelles are drying out, The sword ferns are waving hello, The false morels rear their brainy heads, and every mossy forest floor is aglow. From the leftover logging roads converging Awaits a wealth tractors never know. Songbirds sing as new life’s emerging Where the wild mushrooms grow. Out in the canopied company Where all our grains were once sown, Call role to your estranged all-species family, For no one ever found home alone.