Magpie in his midnight suit
Sense trails - all sight and sound and smell combine to create a pathway for him to follow
But he hearkens back to me, head turning every minute or so; unsure if I am there
I confuse him with meandered path his premeditations confounded repeatedly
Breeze on the lake rumpling the surface
the metallic tinge of open water first on the nose then the eye
The shaggy fringed inkcap mushroom known as tippler’s bane - a chemical within blocking the alcohol breakdown and causing palpitations, headaches and vomiting. Lots and lots of vomiting
The Midas touch of mustard powder lichen
The old copper greygreen of lepraria like an exploded milk droplet
Hearts tongue ferns leering from under a sessile oak the brown leaves touched by a rime silversmith
The bright orange balls of stinking iris garishly light up the pathways
Catkins of hazel hung like rabbit pelts or cocoons; states of early skin - what will we be what will be
Crack willow bursting out of its gnarled bark, while high up warblers sing the world awake
The Nene has burst its banks, the surging mudwater swallowing path, heron stands sentinel metering out the flow
