They poke
their heads through dirt,
explorers from another age, and find
a world glassy with rain, a forest
thick with leaf mulch.
from a poem by Tamar Yoseloff
Autumn is the time for fungal fruiting bodies
Toadstools and mushrooms
In troops and solitary
Brackety brackets
Neither plants nor animals
Feeding on dead wood and living trees
Essential to life on earth
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