Sep 14, 2023
This path I walk each morning now is changed A mushroom garden rises from the leaves Awakened by the cool late summer rains Each tiny spore long waiting now released What genius has invented such designs, Extravagant in hue and shape and size? I catch a glimpse of ancient fungal mind One time has taught that playfulness is wise I gather up a harvest in my hands: orange chanterelle and oyster cool and white And sing a prayer of thanks to this rich land For offering up a feast of taste and sight How shall I live the time that’s left to me So mushrooms spring up from my fallen tree?
'Mushroom Sonnet', by Barbara McAfee https://www.barbaramcafee.com/
