Eighteenth Amanita Ode : Equinox

Early spring’s unruly over-
fecundation, that perfume-mash of June
weather, the blooming, taffy-scented star magnolia,
forsythias, crocuses, lilies the eye
requires time
to differentiate
but lacks—

the waxy sound of the ruffian wind. What stirs. In the earth.
Seriously. What fruits
in the soil’s cereal drum prepare to push
up to the crust
to join into this sudden

Peter O'Leary (© 2013)