In mid October porcini mushrooms
have been eaten by the slugs;
there are no yellow chanterelles;
it’s even late for hedgehog mushroom;
their pale faces would
shinel against the pockmarked soil.
In mid October we can no longer
casually browse the wood for mushrooms.
we have to search and bend our backs;
we have to pass our fingers over
sodden leaves to find the yellowfoot.
and if we find one, we look closer
and we will find the next
and then another, and another
and soon the paper-bags are full
and afterwards we know that there are
mushrooms for the winter soups.
Kim hosts Poetics at dVerse and wants us to write about an object or something that you connect to autumn. The mushroom I refer too is a relative to the chantarelle, and delicious.
October 17, 2017