The Wild Mushroom

Carissa Bielamowicz

The Fern,
With its green fingers
of lace
and lilac
With its heavy lavendar tresses
Are held above you-
The ugly duckling cousin
Who hides among
Fallen leaves
Or peeks out humbly
From beneath the
Tree trunks's shadow.
Yet not scorned by all
Is the wild mushroom...
Who has been
Chosen by fairies
Who dance in moonlit circles,
And riddle-weaving
Caterpillar of Wonderland
As his throne.