Under the moist blanket of pine needles
and cool, dark, loose soil,
early afternoon,
though the veil of pine trees dropping
its shroud of duskiness over the forrest;
and in places we looked yesterday,
we find popping up those familiar
dark veiny fungus popping up over the grove;
soon our afternoon crop will be cleaned
and become part of a supper also
gleaned from the land –
our land fertile and abundant.

Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/2016