Earthbound melody.
Sifting thru the rust and the budding weeds.
This is the place to be when wonder begins to seed.
Rummaging, romping, romantics of the forest.
Decadent in their delivery.
Seeking clustered acorns
and
spurs of last year’s wood.
Never any thought to…rest assured.
Organic manner of giving the land a manicure.
