Carnival in the grass
Days of autumn drizzle unlock
time-capsules interred in earth:
dormant spores awaiting
gently fibrillating nights of rain
mushroom into discs with gills,
softly toxic shields of pearl,
russet buttons, lilac frills,
parasols and milky wheels,
chocolate milliners' confections -
nippled crowns and shady brims -
coolie-hats for paddy-fields,
here a cluster, there a pair,
the smaller one tucked in
beneath the other's chin.
I half expect to meet March hares
among the spirals and the rings;
perhaps a girl who'd dare to nibble
at a magic toadstool rim…
Autumn through the looking-glass
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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