MUSHROOMS

Mushrooms sprout like Bedouin tents
in the cool of an autumn night
in varied colors, in varied shapes
much to a fairy’s delight.

Under the dome of their mushroom home
held aloft by one sturdy pole
fairies lounge and rest their heads
lulled to sleep by a hooting owl.

When dawn comes, e’re the sun is up
fairies bathe in the misty light
and drink off the dew fresh on the grass
whose sweetness revives the sleepy sprites.

As winter chill comes marching on
and leaves at last rest on the ground
mushrooms fold and soon disappear
along with its nomadic crowd.

I have been quite fascinated by mushrooms lately.  I have spent a good part of summer and even fall looking for and photographing mushrooms.  I have seen quite a lot of variety dotting the forest floor, growing on decaying logs, sprouting in our yard.  I was so fascinated by them that I bought a Mushroom Field Guide hoping that I would be able to know enough about them that I could distinguish the edible from the poisonous kinds.  Unfortunately, I learned, too, that mushrooms cannot be identified just by their looks alone.  Several varieties look so much alike that in order to properly identify them, one has to examine a mushroom down to the molecular level.

That dampened my interest a bit but not so much as to completely prevent me from taking copious amounts of pictures.  The photos here are of some of my interesting finds (and those that registered reasonably well).  Light in the forest floor was often  not good for taking pictures.

I have found all of the above mushrooms in Gertrude Boyden Wildlife Refuge.  While the tiny mushroom below came from Assonet Freetown State Park.  It was the tiniest mushroom I ever found and the one that started my mushroom frenzy.

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26 comments

  1. kaykuala

    mushrooms fold and soon disappear
    along with its nomadic crowd.

    One often wonders how the bedouins can just disappear from the scene in just a jiffy! Love mushrooms too! Great word craft, Imelda!

    Hank

  2. ‘Under the dome of their mushroom home’ Love this line, Imelda. You make it sound like being a mushroom is a cozy thing 🙂 Lovely variety of mushroom close-up shots. They do look like they are standing tall and proud this autumn. If I were you, I would be trying hard not to squish any of them – they can be slippery, lol. So true you can’t tell which ones are edible or not based on looks. Best way to find out is testing and eating them, which I would much rather not 😀 Wishing you well as you head into winter.

    • Hey! Mabel.
      I try not to squish them – such a waste of beauty. Apart from that, and aside from the mushrooms being slippery when squished, they tend to emit some sort of scent – from earthy and musky to downright yucky. So, I stay clear if I can. 🙂

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