Oh, Mother Moss

Mother MossOh, Mother Moss

that tender grows,

You catch our eye

and squeeze our toes;

Your verdant, subtle autumn hues

beneath the misty grays and blues

so tentatively, proudly there

braving the sun and drying air:

You fill my heart with swift and subtle glee,

A sign of health in brush and bough and tree.

© Anne Campagnet-Reed 2014