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To Be Changed

seek quiet
in a Japanese Garden

walk without sound
passing black pines

slender lavender blooms
on giant ribbed hostas

the dry stone creek bed
will rush with rain

pause at the pond
cross the moon bridge

dipping to the stone lantern’s
unmovable thick walls

arched openings for light
seeping through rice paper

at night
to change you

Fabyan Japanese Gardens

Fabyan Japanese Gardens

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A book of poems about fungi, mushrooms.

One wild mushroom is named Angel’s Wings, pure white and shell shaped.
This new book is poems dwelling on the wonder and surprise of so many kinds of mushrooms
that are found in the woods. Peretti watercolors on both covers; ink illustrations inside.
Find this book in the “Bookstore” of http://www.blurb.com

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Still Living

I will be alive
when I am dead,
did you know that?
I will not be still
like a hard stone,
but breathing
as roses do,
as robins do,
as the heart
of mountains
which change
and move,
as the mycelium
of mushrooms
under the soil,
unseen, ignored,
sprouting up
at a moment’s notice.

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Tiny One

Beauty,
you have arrived,
in your fuzzy silver coat,
searching black beak,
and sooty eyes,
such a tiny bit
of eagle next to
your giant father,
hovering over the nest,
letting you see
your new world,
feeding you bits
of fresh fish,
beside two eggs
holding your sisters
a few more hours.

Bald Eagle father surveys his realm for the tiny brood.

Bald Eagle father surveys his realm for the tiny brood.

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Saints

small domes of gray
they come to pray

or maybe say
what we can’t today

irrepressible mushrooms
perpetuating

New Mushrooms

New Mushrooms
Ink Drawing © Marilyn Peretti

 

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They Soar for Us

Sign of good air and water,
the bald eagles soar once again,
their strong and regal stature
an inspiration for our own survival.

Here in December, the pair
are tending twigs in their nest,
and bringing in dry grasses
for the soft baby beds
needed later in March
when three smooth white eggs
will appear,

and both will protect them
even from wind and snows
of late winter.

Mom, with her "eye shadow" & less than snowy head.

Mom, with her “eye shadow” & less than snowy head.

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Juvenile invades parents’ nest!

 

 

 

Pair altering the architecture of last year’s nest!

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Halloween

Halloween-orange peers up
from between fall leaves
and the old log ending in saw marks.
Yes, it’s October’s color.
Wearing bell-shaped caps,
these small mushrooms
brighten the woods
and my heart
with their red-orange paint,
and their bold notion of attracting
old softies like me.

A Fall Find

A Fall Find
Watercolor © Marilyn Peretti

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