When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
Tag: fungi
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