Horror silvae

1.
The ocean roar and leaves
And dappled shade, damp air
Trees, unspoiled
And bristling

2.
Step over step, gently, on damp needles
Under close twigs
Offended by the graceless crunching
Of shoes on lignin
Darting eyes, clever prey, elusive
That's why they call it
Mushroom hunting

--A hermit