Mushrooms

My favorite spot in the woods

In the woods the fungi sleep,

Resting,

Waiting,

For coniferous and deciduous souls to keep.

Both delicious and deadly,

Nutty,

Bitter,

Dinner’s done and the table’s ready.

Feeding on the fallen dead trees,

Cedar,

Hemlock,

Eaten away in the soft wet breeze.

Mycena sp. ?

If you watch the red squirrel’s shuffle,

Watch,

Dig,

And if your lucky it might be a truffle.

Even a fruitless trip can be rewarding,

Peaceful,

Quiet,

No atrocities like water-boarding.

I love my time I spend in the woods,

Relaxing,

Learning,

Trying to find all the edible goods.