Nikon Mornings

Dark forests hide the greatest gems

For in shades, and hollows they are found

Bare feet fly over earthen paths with dirty hems

My search for treasures drag them ’round

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The softest soil between cold toes

Above the cathedral of trees

With a big smile where no man goes

I find sheer wonder on my dirty knees

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Simone van Hove Emery