Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Spring rites

Spring rites

treading dawn, moist earth
breathes-sycamore smiles, morels
where are you hiding?


field guides dog eared bulge
conspicuous foragers
a broken twig speaks


For Haiku Bones, prompt "hunt".

3 comments:

fourwindshaiga said...

Nice, just my kind of poem.

Quiet Paths said...

Ah, the rite of spring in seeking mushrooms. Perfect.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

When that broken twig speaks, the hunt is on!

Two haiku hunts:
Hunting bamboo
What were they hunting?