Mushrooms

On the Red Rocks Community College a lawn mower is heard in the distance. A smooth but chilling breeze is blowing from the west. The crabgrass sways back and forth. Yet standing in the middle of a small clearing is a gathering of mushrooms surrounded by the color changing leaves from the ever coming fall. The bright sun reflecting off their white but dirt covered heads. They are steady even though the wind picks up. But yet, in the middle of these mushrooms their is one that does not fit. It is upside-down exposing its soft underside. The look of rot coming from the base of its stem making the crisp colors of the fallen leaves around it look tainted. Out of place flattening the grass around it. It seems as if all serenity is lost.