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October 25 in Morton Arboretum East Woods

 

October’s Colors

Yellow and green
and orange buttons
and more green
in paddles of fungi

red of sumac
and red of maple
and red in my heart
burning with autumn

look at the colors
flying like flags
blazing a sky
before ice grays it

 

Green “paddle” fungi

Little white umbrella!

Tiny (3/8″) orange buttons with sister moss

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Because

Because of what happened
this garden is my refuge,
this silence amongst purple coleus
trailing inquisitive vinca vines.

I hear not one opinion
uttered from the plants,
just their perky faces toward morning light,
their spines straight with innocence
and disregard for my life,

or possibly standing tall
to demonstrate graceful endurance.
Only their lives matter—being God’s
earthly ambassadors, holding
no one accountable for silliness.

Even the overgrown fern
showers delight from its crowded
nest of green fronds,
drooping, bowing to reality.

Time, I say.
Time they tell me is needed
for strides of growth. Time and rain—
rain from dark clouds pouring
into patient soil, rearing
the pointed caladium leaves of fiery red
and starlight of white impatiens’ flowers.

My Patio in August

My Patio in August

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Wild Geraniums

Chill of May
sweeps through soft seas

of wild geraniums
here in deep woods,

their lavender-pink heads
moving slightly

in waves of thick green,
a scene soon to disappear

as seasons move
to seasons,

reminder of endings
and beginnings.

This poem is my tribute to a family member, age 22, and all the others who fell victim to the pain-killer Oxycontin. They were productive citizens hoping to contribute to society and were fooled by a medical treatment.

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Morton Arboretum, May 19, 2016

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Mossy Maple Mushrooms

There the white bubbles are,
popping from the bark
of the old maple tree
like lumpy balloons, starkly
bleached. But their perfection
is blemished by a dark scum
sprinkled on top, like pepper
on a hard-boiled egg.
Breakfast anyone?

On second thought, this is
not food, but a beautiful
plump polypore clinging
to the wide trunk, amazingly
topped with not pepper

but a spread of deep green moss
softening the appearance,
tempting me to touch
the flowerless green plant
usually looking velvety,
but here rather uneven
and spilling like soil
over thick white shelves.

 

Poet with her watercolor, Mossy Maple Polypore

Poet with her watercolor, Mossy Maple Polypore Morton Arboretum Exhibit, April 2016

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Fabyan Japanese Gardens

Fabyan Japanese Gardens

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

Moon Bridge and Lantern

Moon Bridge and Lantern

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AngelsWingsWebSmall

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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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