Posts tagged fungi
Haiku-a-day
Yellow chanterelle mushrooms grow out of a decaying log on the forest floor in spring, surrounded by wild barberry.

Yellow chanterelles,
simple as a century,
on this unwalked path.

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My dog chose this path,
with surprise mushrooms growing
in a hollow tree.

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The bright beginning
bursts out of the dead tree,
now alive again.

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A woodpecker drum
fills the early spring forest
and scarlet elfcups.

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Forest floor below,
woodpeckers fly overhead—
my ancestors, both.

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Bouquet of splitgill
blooming from inside the tree,
pinned at the center.

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What seems bleak to us,
the February forest,
of course, it is not.

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A sunburst lichen blooming on a fallen tree branch.

A sunburst lichen
blooming in January
we walk and we breathe.

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The underside of a putple-toothed polypore mushroom growing on a branching on the forest floor.

Consequential things—
the otherworld in this world,
learning the beauty.

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A cluster of parasol mushrooms on the forest floor in November.

All the small jewels
under the song of the thrush,
sleeping under stars.