Beneath the woodland floor
You look for more
Stare at the grey:
A moon from outer space;
Another web ;another world
Skeins unfurled
Drawn of fine strands
And white fungal lace;
I could trance the soil away
See The kingdom of the grey
Appear now and then
Gossamer threads that trace.
Inspired after reading a chapter of Underland by Robert Macfarlane this morning .
My Devon Life 