22 October 2020

The fruiting visual beholden in damp,
Secretive but yet so stunning to spot.
At once reminiscent of tiny worlds,
Of miniature magic, of faeries and elves.
But also of hidden underfoot sprawls,
Webs of connection and soft growth unseen,
Alluring contrast of feast or of death,
A juxtaposed, umbrella-posed, quiet fungi stands.

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