Osha Springs
I
walk along the well kept trail
damp with recent rain
pine needles cushioning our steps
lime moss clothing rocks
softens hard edges,
flowers gallantly hoisted
by verdant lances
wave as we bounce by
mushrooms are pushing up everywhere
old ones melting back into the soil
legions of new sprouts
taking their places
pink polka-dotted, purple hued
golden honey-rippled
& hundreds of different shapes
have we become smaller
as mushroom tower
or are they growing majestic
all around us?
I think I see the impish pointed ears
ruby flashing laser eyes of elves
reflecting morning forest lite
they have come to reign
in the instant wonder
dance among the pine cones
sip from upturned flower cups
Copyright 1986, edited 2006 njTare
