mushroom hunting

hidden in the woods

waiting for the foragers

wild toadstool treasures

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winter willow

grey days and cloudy skies

overshadow winter ways

with peaceful silent solitude

stripped down to bare

the essence of the peeling bark

revealing knotty holes

and burnt amputated arms

damage from man and nature

stipule scars remain in forever form

there is freedom in the falling off

the shedding of the coat

allowing the world to see her form

in all it’s deciduous form