The magical mushrooms of Abbotsford

For some reason that I’ve never been able to explain, I absolutely love mushrooms … except when it comes to eating them. Then I’m very picky. But when it comes to finding them in the wild, I’m endlessly fascinated by the vast array of shapes, sizes and colors they come in, their intricate details, their growth habits, uses and dangers.

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o Love ever-burning

Who will lift the shroud of night
heaven’s light fresh to reveal
overcome death’s with’ring blight
deign our wounded hearts to heal?

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and yet here’s Truth

tell us, bethlehem
how the King will come —
enfleshed in the frame of a
child obscure?

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o, i forgot

o, i forgot
to write

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west of eden

on this side of the
prelude to spring, all of that
secret world is gone

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sunset

i know you’ll forget
but the sunset is golden
against the bare elms

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green jello

every year the dish looms before me on the thanksgiving buffet, its lurid contents lurking, watching for the next innocent plate to appear.

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