Mushroom

P.C:- Wolfgang Hasselmann; Unsplash

Hope amidst despair,

Oasis in a desert,

Be it spring or shine.

Water nurtures life,

Darkness shields growth secretly,

Unhindered all year.

Decked in finery,

Gold covers while each leaf falls,

Earth embellished fine.

Fall envisions drop,

Resurrect optimism back,

Autumn, mushroom springs.

Same spot, in wild springs,

Dash of summer rain brings,

Toxic / edible?

Poetry Form :- Haiku Sequence.

Thoughts behind the Haiku Sequence :- While reading about mushrooms, I found that while they grow naturally throughout the year in places which are damp, also favouring dark environs, they prefer the autumn season . Also some of the mushrooms in the wild are found to be toxic while others are edible. These Haiku sets are sequenced around that theme.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for running the COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 195 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT. The challenge is to weave a syllable poem with inspiration drawn from the photo provided above. For rules please refer here. Thank you Lisa Thompson for the photo provided. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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