Posts tagged forest floor
Haiku-a-day

From oblivion
come the broke open seedhusks
on dark forest floors.

Haiku-a-day

Do you remember
the long walk on pine needles—
the soft tender life?

Haiku-a-day
A cluster of parasol mushrooms on the forest floor in November.

All the small jewels
under the song of the thrush,
sleeping under stars.