Spring Harvest


Spring Harvest

We searched that day
for morels and fiddleheads
no words, no sounds, except the wind.

The rock laden stream followed us
deeper and deeper into wooded fields,
side by side seekers.

Heads bowed, eyes on nature’s floor
suddenly spied the curling greens
and soft brown spongy shapes.

We knelt as one, upon soft damp earth
hands outstretched to pluck the harvest
foretaste of the meal to come,
wild succulent edibles of spring.

8 thoughts on “Spring Harvest

  1. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb June 12, 2015 / 4:51 am

    As though right there as I read. Wonderful!

    Liked by 2 people

    • lillian June 12, 2015 / 9:39 am

      Good morning Barbarak — so nice to see you this early morn. Glad you like it. Always nice to see your exclamation point to start my day 🙂
      have a good one!

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      • BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb June 13, 2015 / 5:19 pm

        🙂 ! (smiling for sure) Thanks so much, Lillian. Wishing you a great weekend.


  2. AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack June 12, 2015 / 10:30 am

    Morning, Lillian –
    I was following along with you on the trail. It was great fun. This piece was witty and wonderful and thank you for sharing the delicious treasures we discovered on our trip 😉
    Happy Friday to you, Miss Poetess

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian June 12, 2015 / 10:32 am

      Ah…..always happy to journey with you, my friend! Morning cup in hand, heading out to sit on the deck this early morn.

      Liked by 1 person

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