Musing on mushrooms and life in the forest.
|I want to be lost in the woods.|
Communing with the trees and critters.
Visiting each mushrooms at the edge of paths
feeding on the dead and discarded.
Silent immobile vultures of the forest floor.
Mycelium gripping fallen logs
strewn across the overgrown walkway.
Fairy circles leading to other worlds,
may it be to Death or God.
Morsels sprinkled thru the hills,
extrusions off the tree, thriving.
Fruiting bodies popping up every place
exuding from the mycelium web underfoot.
Spores liberated into the wind
scattering by the wind.
Riding the zephyrs to new home land
swiftly to the next dead mound.