on the forest floor
one orange mushroom glowing
like the setting sun
-or-
is that the harvest moon
coming down, coming down
to the ground?
Among the withering leaves, fresh life springs up. Life goes on.
I had nothing to post today. So I idly scrolled down to find this post from the past that somehow got lost in the shuffle. Just goes to show you, sometimes it pays to go back and take another look.