Sunday, October 7, 2012

Golden Girl


Her golden curls 
fall 
in soft spirals
over the meadow,




textures that grip my imagination
and tug at my heart






I see her form reclining
along the edge of fall leaves,



in the gold and red of the meadow.



a brillian orange and sulphur yellow fungi, Laetiporus-sulphureus, Chicken of the woods

She prepares a feast. 
A fascination of fungi, 
the beautiful,


A deep dark violet mushroom with a testured cap. Cortinarius violaceus, the Violet Cortinarius


the exotic


A large elegant parasol mushroom with a shaggy cap and a ring on the stalk. Lepiota Rachodes.

the elegant 
and the delicious.






Haunted

Her memory tugs
at my heart
like a trout not yet free.
 Even among
my favorite things,
I hear her voice
 among the ferns.
 
Surrounded by her
favorite green,
I am only then 
distracted
 from 
her memory. 

jsc 







2 comments:

  1. These are so poetic in vision and in words... I felt and envisioned what you said as I viewed the exquisite pictures you took. Beautiful!

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  2. Lovely poem - provoking imagery . . .

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