Mushroom haiku

Mushrooms come large, small, thin, and fat, good for you, or poison. They don’t harm a lawn, they just pop up after rain and look weird, but they break down organic material into stuff that feeds the lawn; just be careful what you eat …

mushrooms rise
through pine needles –
my shadow                                    


the soil bursting open mushrooms


through fog –
a gong sounds


Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Mushroom haiku

  1. nightlake says:

    This was a lovely haibun. Enjoyed your poem, ‘The Missing Women’ in Writing in a Woman’s Voice and followed the link to your blog. Such a powerful poem…

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