Scarlet Elfcup
… always, always nested in the brown detritus, amongst dead leaves…
the leftovers of fading autumn…
… blood red and vivid…
… like fresh, very fresh blobs of blood upon the ground…
… around year-end… this fungi thrives
where deer pad and foxes skulk
pheasants forage and blackbirds patter
.. then winter turns and it all begins again…
© Peter Hunter 2013
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