Nymph Falls

    Larches and firs huddle together 
    fighting for a glimpse of sunlight
    fiddlehead ferns stretch and uncurl
    tiny octopus suckers
    rotting pine cones under our boots
    damp spattered scattered leaves 
    pink salmon berry brambles  
    soft drizzle air 
    distant rushing water
    soup green and thick
    the drill of woodpeckers
    and the whistling bird
    echo through the forest
    what waits for us in dark corners?