Oh I’ve been gone way too long…
The red and gold leaves with holes dotted the path
It was growing grass three inches high
The red and white colors held high at first
Turned into a walking stick
When the cover of trees let just one drop or two reach us
The forest was alive with mushrooms
Red ones
Gold ones
Speckled ones
Wavy brain shaped ones we would never have noticed
Except the shaft of sunlight that gave it brilliance
Tiny white ones at the base of the tall dark, wet tree
Brown cupped ones protected by
The jagged stump in which it nestled
Stomped ones peeking out from under little feet
A kaleidoscope of mushrooms
I was happy smelling the wet wonderful forest called
Pipestem
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