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.
lillian the home poet 
As though right there as I read. Wonderful!
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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!
lillian
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🙂 ! (smiling for sure) Thanks so much, Lillian. Wishing you a great weekend.
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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 😉
am:)
Happy Friday to you, Miss Poetess
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Ah…..always happy to journey with you, my friend! Morning cup in hand, heading out to sit on the deck this early morn.
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It’s a lovely morning for deck divining 😉
Enjoy.
am:)
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I just ate some in Wyoming!
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Yummy no matter where! 🙂
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