Button Mushrooms

On cloud-pressed evenings
you hear them being delivered
when the choral earth
is soft and swelling.

A creaking growth
a crèche of mycelia
confined in dark dilations.

Together hydrous hyphae hum
while fungal buds umbrella
shaping wet white moons
from a spore bearing fusion.

They appear, glowing-
fat with light, new babies,
each button a bombshell
of umami
in the endless labor
of a birthing mud.