Standing silent in the forest.
Delicate nodding spirals along the path.
A pale version of its darker relatives.
An old friend in a new place.
A strong medicine stands close by.
The berries of false Solomon’s Seal.
Water cleanser, silent traveller.
Solitary fronds on a spring-fed slope.
A delicate, fruitful carpet on the forest floor.
Milkweed makes its declaration.