Fallen Moss Laden Trees

                         Fallen Moss Laden Trees

After days of rain

In free fall,

The clouds




Moved on,

Empty.

The mosses

Vivid,

Bright

The liveliness

Of their youth.

Looking closely,

Every lichen cup,

With one

Spherical drop.

The wood

Soaked

Saturated.

In Ebony black.

This beauty,

From broken,

Fallen trees,

Revealing their essence:

Giving themselves away

To moss and lichens,

And to billions

Of insects and microbes

Within their fibers.

Having lived upright a hundred years,

The trees become

Lived in,

Giving to creatures invisible to us,

Another hundred years.

Elders are like that.

John Holliger ©2014

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