Servant of the Forest King

The yellow-green-russet carpet rustled beneath our feet,

as we walked silently - the mushroom hunters -
with our eyes fixed on the ground. The yellow-green-russet vault
settled on the columns; in this huge chamber smelled of drizzle, leaves,
mushrooms...

But we could not find them. Although there were exceptions.

The colony of suede boletes had to go to the scaffold,
and then, our two-person skirmish line was looking only at the leaves
every step, every step. The forest tempted us and... was fooling us.

Strolling along this yellow-green-russet castle;

enveloped with mists, cobwebs - disappointed -
we passed a stream on a forest meadow. Next, at the forest gates,
we stood alone with several hundred-year-old guards.

Several meters oaks looked at us from above,

the road was under their big arms and hands. Our pass...
it was an admiration and heads high raised up.
And the oaks understood the password - soon, October,
the servant of the King of Forest welcomed us.

***

We were returning with gifts. The traveling bags were full,

and the swords were resting. And then my father told me
how he (being a boy, on the Wkra river) was moving fast with fyke nets.
And today?
We've encountered the yellow-green-russet myth...
And the gift of yellow-green-russet colour.

MMXVII