Spring Fungi

It appears as though the sky
is under the impression that it has
permanently leased its space
timeless as it is to clouds
unwilling to surrender their
temporary presence to the greater
ambition of shutting out the sun
accustomed to its daylight throne.
The stubborn cloud cover, itself
at times an enthralling spectacle
of fleeting heavenly landscapes
with a host of white and silver,
grey and black shapes assuming
the stage and sharing it with the
wind, an accomplice to weather
that dries or drenches, no friend
to floral decorations awaiting
their bloom time, anxious for the
light and heat of the fount of life.
Natures though does not play
favourites and the randomness
and the suddenness of weather
creates its own momentum of
all in good time. As thunder drums
yet again over the canopy of
the forest while another inundation
proceeds and the whisper of
foliage drowning ripples the
air, another species of floral
adornment on the forest floor
blossoms and blooms like a
rain-driven petalled floral ghost.