earthstars

halfway up the mountain
beginning to fade

under this lush life

more mountain

Old Man of the Woods

returning to the grove
he planted

trumpet of the dead

I’m listening

in the pines

my ration
of moonlight

end of summer

holes
in mushroom parasols

tombescence (n):

the fruiting body
of a fungus

moon-gazing

sad face circled
by a moth

July’s white heat

blossoming wintergreen

wood ears

another language
I’ve lost

say morel

and they all hide
say the old times

mushroomier now

the chainsawed end of a hemlock