Morel Hunter

Hiding underneath the reminisce of winter

peaking through the leaves littering the forest

Elusively evading me as I carefully tread

through the hardwoods where you flourish

Born in patches on south facing slopes

camouflaged in earth tones of spring

showers prelude sunshine  to expose

flavorful caps shimmering

with pure raindrops.

Hunting the first taste of spring

 Excitement settles on my tongue

spores fall along the trail

home is where you sizzle and pop.

I love to hunt Morels

  I

                               Walk

                            In forest

                         Breath spring

                       Searching for you

                     Patches of beautiful

                    Following south ridges

                  Deep into the oak and ash

                 Fungi that begins the season

               Hiding among mossy tree trunks

                Elusively peeking out of leaves

                 I feel a bit guilty picking you

                              But your

                              Yummy

                               Filled

                                With