The Dapperlings



Shaggy ink cap, trumpet chanterelle, slippery jack and bay bollette

 With your gilled petticoats, speckled domes, woody parasols and velvet jackets

 You invite me to enter your webbed world of connected wonder

 Like Alice, I stand on the edge of the unknown, the ‘to be discovered’

Who am I, who are you, what do I know and what, my new found fungi friends, what teachings do you hold?

 ‘One side will make you grow taller, the other side will make you grow shorter’, said Caterpillar

 As I enter on, venture on my woodland walk…

 

Helen Dye


Image by Jesse Dodds on Unsplash

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