speaking in moss
Out-takes
mountainside where the soil’s gone soft moss pillow
steep slopes where the soil’s gone mothered in moss
mountainside where hemlocks once grew evergreen moss
our mountain of lost hemlocks
Tag: moss
shack
in the forest
the footfalls of moss
Given haiku’s extreme concision, it is sometimes necessary to adjust the facts to fit the reality of an insight. In this case, the tar paper roof is not on a shack, exactly, but a corncrib-like feeder for deer. (This is a former hunting camp acquired by a land conservancy and just transferred to the public in the form of new Pennsylvania state forest land.) But there are plenty of hollows around here where people are poor enough to inhabit shacks with roofs very like this one, so if readers imagine that kind of scenario, they’re not wrong.
mountain
without peaks
keep going
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
