i've been as a scavenger
in my own backyard
picking through the felled tree
over the past several weeks
pouncing upon fireplace-sized pieces
and hoarding them for winter
but the massive trunk
defies my efforts
it was dying from the outside
and now a purple fungus
(oh, so beautiful)
is creeping towards its heart
while scallop shells
prickle its skin
nature finds every opportunity
to circle back around
returning to an earthy equilibrium
i admire the rainbowed decay,
the reclaiming
fairy forests
frilled parasols
blooming
on a felled tree
