This string of Haiku was written after a recent foraging trip in the West Norfolk Fens...
Looking for Mushrooms
Woody sweet morel
Your children live beneath the
Rotten hollow logs.
Free, wild green apples
Fill a small willow basket
That I wove myself
Ripe round blackberry,
Dangling unfulfilled because
Your thorn may prick me.
Gnarled old oak tree
Grows stubbornly in my path.
I rest in the shade.
S.Reese, 2010


