A flock of turkey tail catches the sunlight.
Young turkey tails ascend a fallen birch.
A feast flagged on a Penobscot ash.
A singular sight on a downed beech.
Ablaze in the shade.
The expanding rush of late summer.
Twin velvet wonders hidden underfoot.
A meeting of incarnations.
White pine and turkey tail cloak a stump at Stevens’ Rock in mid-winter.
Spores released, a puffball waits for winter.