Morel Poem by Zachary Zuccaro
Morel
Oh how I look, but I am easily deceived.
Because you are so well hidden in last fall's dried wrinkling leaves.
Your season is short and on its own time.
A true sign of spring but you are so very hard to find.
You like to sprout where you did before
you're a treasure that is so often ignored.
Friday, March 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fall
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4/29/2024 3:16:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Zachary. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.