by Bruce Guernsey
How must it be
to be moss,
that slipcover of rocks?
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence of birds gone south.
all day in a dank place and never a cough?
a wet dust where light fails,
where the chisel cut the name.
The sun is out in Maryland today. I smiled on my drive to work. The song "Respect" by Aretha Franklin was playing and I sang my heart out. Things are looking up! hope you have a wonderful day! Jennifer
Doesn't God make gorgeous?
