Off a beaten path,
Moses' bush burning.
Mushrooms form a ring
of white on the ground.
A scent of ripeness,
vines crisscross a rock wall.
Fox grapes plop offerings
to woodland creatures.
Gum Log and Brasstown Creeks merge,
a thousand diamonds on ripples.
River cane hugs the banks,
cattails shake their bronze heads.
Far from the village,
only the whistled notes
of a nuthatch break the silence;
the honeysuckle spreads fragrance.
Copyright by Brenda Kay Ledford.
Used with the author's permission.
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