Posts tagged moss
Haiku-a-day
A patch of wall-screw moss grows on a log in the sunshine.

Red in the sunlight,
wall-screw moss grows in soft lines
like a universe.

Haiku-a-day

From oblivion
come the broke open seedhusks
on dark forest floors.

Haiku-a-day

Trout lily and moss
colonies under our feet,
feeding the season.

Haiku-a-day

I move, you don’t see,
slowly each day on this rock,
it’s how life proceeds.

Haiku-a-day

Spring sun on our heads,
wild moss at the riverbank,
mystery, it all.

Haiku-a-day

The early bloomer,
pulled up by the song sparrow,
into the spring sun.

Haiku-a-day

Moss growing on moss,
stitched like embroidery thread
to the fallen tree.

Haiku-a-day

The moss draws the light,
sun finds it in the forest,
willing and able.

Haiku-a-day

Lichen under moss
growing for thousands of years
here by the river.

Haiku-a-day

The path takes us to
the shoulders of the forest
where gentle vines grow.