Category: Lichen/Mold/Myselium/mushrooms
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rapture
following a night of rain lichen blossom on fallen trees sides of oak glow blue-green mycelium reawaken throw spores ecstatically in the air mushrooms rise up in the woods moss puts on green robes hold chloroplasts in the air dance their resurrection in my yard I breathe in holiness sanctified, redeemed awaiting my decay 6-11-20
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
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a walk in the woods
winter warm and wet moss on bare ground soft and alive a wild thing long asleep waited for the right time the right sunlight temperature and rain bend down pet it tomorrow it will leave and not return for years ‘ 1-16-20
My husband's poetry 