Mushroom

Early in the morning, we would
wipe our hands with grassy dew,
gather field mushrooms sprung up
overnight; only
the wise old wives knew
whether their white canopies shed
spores of health,
or of the other thing.


Featured image: Scottish Women’s Hospital, A Group of Tents at Ostrovo (detail), by McLaren, Eva Shaw / Public domain, via wikimedia commons

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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