I don't consider this finished, but today's RWP prompt pushed me to at least bring it to light.
Train your thoughts on the image
and let your senses wander the ground
Look for undulating forms, pockets cradling
caught light until it flows softly as
something else entirely
different with how it treats the eyes
softly against crinkled brown litter
You know you have the right idea when
every perforated leaf, tight tiny pinecone,
dried prickly blossom tugs your senses.
Each opens possibilities sprung from the
season's fertile ground
permeated freshly with Spring dampness
that yields to the morel's firm insistence.
You're searching for a different light than
the rest, a glowing, blushing white that's
not the typical white, a glowing, soft black
that's not the typical black, in all for
light that's atypical
coming from within the Earth at dusk and dawn
all washed away by featureless midday light.
Whatever you do, don't look up away into
all that openness shoving the true ground
to back ground, fluffing details to pillows
resting your eyes outward. You need watch
little things subconsciously
when they spring from those few moments
when the world opens, ready for them.