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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