White mushrooms, gray mushroom brown mushrooms
all growing off the bark of standing trees.
Fresh pecked woodpecker holes
creamy yellow in the skeleton woods.
Young beech trees still hold onto last years leaves
they catch the sunlight
translucent and quivering
and I’m walking through a crystal cavern.
The arm and tail of a chipmunk, black with death.
I walk up the fallen oak from the stump to the crown,
now withered brown leaves touching the ground.
Red buds on the maples turn the sky purple.
Thank you ⚘️
I also see two ladies maybe nymps raising their arms to the sun like a dance.
Why does spring always surprise us? We know its coming but it catches us unexpectedly.
Now I will see the same when I visit the tree Laurie. I do love that, maybe I’ll dance with them. And you’re so right about spring, maybe because it seems to come and go before it stays. In the winter I can hardly remember what it feels like.