Woolshed walk: moss march

mossmarch

a tree fell down

lonely for a minute
then

moss march


mossrock

a rock rolled over
then it lay still
empty
for a minute
then

moss march


mossy

the sky up there
is blue you know
no point
waiting for a sign
when any tree can bear a

moss march


moss march

this is the time
of the

moss march


ยฉ Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #25:ย Woolshed walk: picturing the ethereal

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