November 20, 2024 by margaretsmn
I noticed this mushroom in the grass and how in its disintegrating process, it looked like a butterfly, but on closer examination, there is a small worm crawling that camouflaged as the butterfly’s body. Our eyes play tricks on us all the time. Think about what you see and contrast that to what’s not actually there that you may imagine you see. Share a small poem in the comments.
Filaments of brown
turn mushroom inside out
peaceful inclusion
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Reflections on the Teche 
beauty transforms us
as we age and fall apart
nothing to fear
Mary Lee, in your short poem, age is a word that brings hope. As my birthday nears, age is calling me to not fear. Thanks for reminding me.
I can relate to that!
You’ve captured exactly how I feel —and what I’m searching for (the “nothing to fear”) as I study fallen leaves and the things they seem to tell me. Beautiful.
If only…
I would like to not fear the changes that are already happening!
Lovely haiku. I am afraid, even so.
I was taken by the colors of the photo and quickly wrote:
in the midst of green
nature offers fragile pink
daybreak finds peace
#haikuforhealing – Carol Varsalona
Using the colors of nature is always a go-to for me.
Love the “fragile pink”, Carol—exactly what daybreak can offer us.
I agree–love the fragile pink.
One of my students say pink, too. “Fragile pink” is perfect.
Margaret, your photo did trick me. I thought I saw a flower opening and missed that little worm. It proves to me that I must be more observant. I enjoyed this photo wants to be a poem.
a salmon flower
and its brown pistil middle
on a bed of grass
“salmon” is a great color word and your poem offers “peace”
Angie, I guess we can never be sure what we will see in Autumn’s grass. Salmon is a great color for Autumn objects.
So quiet and calm…lovely!
Very visual–I can see this without the photo.
Thanks for the challenge, Margaret. “peaceful inclusion” is a beautiful thought.
I’m working on list poems with my poetry group, so this came to mind:
look closely
and you might see
a flower
a butterfly
a fairy tree,
a mushroom
an insect
a mouse umbrella,
what do you imagine
this wonder could be?
Rose, it is always fun to imagine and wonder.
I love how you play a guessing game and then open it up to imagination.
Rose, what a wonderful “capture” of the imagination responding to what nature offers, and the vast array of possibilities for her “noticers”. Love it!
Love the way you speak to the reader and spark his/her imagination.
Thanks Margaret for your lovely incognito Butterfly 🦋 post and poem. And all here for the sensitive, color touched, and uplifting poems!
mother nature
amazing and nourishing,
reciprocate
Thanks for the message “reciprocate”. Finding solace in nature.
Here’s to amazing and nourishing mother nature where I can always find peace.
“Nourishing” does speak to my experience, too, Michelle….and I love the “reciprocate”!
Nourishing, indeed!
Michelle, it is lovely to have a small group of-thought makers to share poems. Ending with reciprocate makes me thankful for endless poetry conversations.
I asked my students to use words that would communicate a tone. I think Max nailed it.
Deterioration, carries no discrimination.
Watch, as it slowly fades to dust,
In the wind.
Even if to some god, it makes a citation.
It will still fade away, as it does,
You can’t bargain.
Max, 6th grade
Very thoughtful, Max–“you can’t bargain” hits the nail on the head.
Margaret, what a beautiful butterfly mushroom! I associate this disintegrating mushroom photo with my recent-few-years fascination with dead leaves that seem to take on personas that I’ve begun to share in poems. Nature’s wonders never end and never seem to stop changing!
I love this photo, Margaret!
Fall’s
final
blush lingers,
fades, then splinters
as decomposer shrivels,
crumbling into decomposed.
Buffy, I love the words “linger” and “splinters” that set a tone for “decomposed.” Thanks for writing today. We’ll get through this with words and beauty.
“lingers, fades, splinters, shivels” – wonderful words