NEWS FROM THE RED FOX TRAIL

MUSHROOMS HAVE ARRIVED!

The mushrooms have arrived on the Red Fox Trail at Wolf Creek State Park. This Monday I went for an afternoon hike, looking to see what changes nature had brought since my last hike a few weeks ago with the VSSC Prayer Hikers. The biggest change was obvious from the very beginning – mushrooms! 

Below I share some of my amateur photographs of my favorite “shrooms” from Monday’s hike, interspersing it with the amazing poem about the struggle for women’s rights by Sylvia Plath titled “Mushrooms.” 

Hope you enjoy – the harmony we seek within is found outside in the amazing workings of nature. Pastor Bob <>< 
 

MUSHROOMS by Sylvia Plath 

Overnight, very

Whitely, discreetly,

Very quietly                  

                                           

Our toes, our noses  

Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.  

 

Nobody sees us,

Stops us, betrays us;

The small grains make room. 

           

Soft fists insist on

Heaving the needles,

The leafy bedding,

                        
Even the paving.

Our hammers, our rams,

Earless and eyeless,

 
Perfectly voiceless,  
Widen the crannies, 
Shoulder through holes.
 

We Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

 

Little or nothing.

So many of us!
So many of us!                           
 

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.


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