in the woods today
I met her
Amanita she
mysterious and colourful
she really seemed gently
engaged in throwing
shadows
my way
Muscaria she
looked so deftly frail
In fact
not how I thought she would be
Not animal
not vegetable
a fruiting body
she
picked out in the litter
psychoactive and just
free
standing crimson crowning
a dead tree
cast its spell
Amanita
Lady of the woods
who can I tell