orange fungi – Be as One

Autumn … one of the many reasons why I will never leave New England. While out on my lunchtime walk on the Brook Path in Wellesley, the color orange followed me everywhere.

It began with this:

This fungi really intrigued me, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such a brilliant color of orange on a mushroom!

If you know what kind of mushroom this is, please comment and share your knowledge.

Emerging from the Brook Path, the red and orange leaves made their presence known:

It seems appropriate then to close this post with a short poem about this lovely time of year:

Autumn

Alexander Lawrence Posey

In the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greeting,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping
Rise again, as ever,
With a useless sigh for
Rest–and it is Autumn.