without peaks
keep going
mountain
Tag: moss
getting high
all the green feathers
of fern and moss
among acorns
taking root
the retriever’s snout
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
In Weimar
the very trees are smothered
in historic moss
In every quest narrative, it’s the very beginning that I like—
before the first adversaries appear, when the path is still a magic carpet and has yet to reveal its serpentine coils.
For a moment I forgot where I was,
the familiar trail colored by my train of thought, which might take me anywhere.
ridgetop forest
the moss grows fat
on the milk of clouds
Growing up during the Cold War
we watched for the flash of a nuclear strike by day, and by night, the mysterious lights of UFOs.
first rain in weeks
the dry canyons in my moss garden
disappear
