The Reign of Moss

Lone dove on a wire--
Shadow against a gray sky--
Snow has disappeared.

There is no sunlight,
Just a gray cool cloudiness;
Green moss in the stream.









At the branches' tips
Tiny buds begin to swell;
They are most patient.










A soggy brown path
Winds wetly into the woods;
Crows caw high above.









The moss covered log
Greener in the wake of snow
Melts into the earth.









It's the reign of moss
Bursting green from winter white--
Herald of the Spring.












The sun peeks out;
Stream sparkles for an instant
Then reflects the clouds.









Green water plants thrive
Drinking in the rushing stream;
Sway with the current.