the rock wore
twirls of curly moss
upon it’s hard headed crown
Sustenance
liquid leaves
and greens
spring’s soup
Admiration
slowly goes the snail
admiring everything
knowing flowers will wait
to be seen
The Music Played
concert at the vernal pond
the flutist serenades
obligate and facultative inhabitants
How Tiny The Town
so wide and blue the sky
a universe of clouds
floats by
The Way
uncertain if
my path is the way
suddenly guidance appears
Steps
carry your troubles
down to the river
wash them away
Scale
a mountain of moss
grew its own forest
altering the dimensions of the world
Steps to Change
in the woods
the corner waited
to be turned
Cenotaph
every season
leaves an inscription
in lichen lettering
Still Life
without snow
the forest does not sleep
life continues to grow
Carpeting
December’s magic carpet
which normally is snow
this year the moss does grow
What Begins At The End
a decomposing stump
the palette
for green construction
Vibrations
attune attention
to the frequency
of nature’s beauty
Wedded
stonecrop on rock
the marriage of time
eternal and fleeting
Remembrance
solid as stones
the memories
carried
Just
as the tree
shades the ground
a quiet mind
cultivates the soul
Mossy Logs and Pollywogs
the verdant pond
green soup of life
Replenished
joy made tangible
those tender greens
make my heart sing
Forest Fashion
the old stump boasts
a green velvet cloak
Married
the roof is meadow of moss
a common law marriage
of structure and elements
Moss Forest
a tree
grows its own
tiny forest
of moss
Abode
an open heart
the space to grow in
Sovereign’s Seat
in the forest
there is a throne of stones
with moss upholstery
Feathered Nest
tossed by the wind
the feathered nest
made of moss and hope
will be built again
Between
It is in the space
where there is nothing
that everything resides.
In Thanks
Moss writes the inscription
on the tree’s tombstone
well lived, generous even in death.
Wandering Star
A planet comprised
of rock and moss
rests in the yard.
Magic Carpet
Soft enough for fairy feet
a luxuriant moss
carpets the woodlands.
Return
The landscape shifts from white to green.
Ice is no match for the determination of spring.