Moss (St. Patrick’s Day Poem by Polly Castor)

Moss (St. Patrick’s Day Poem by Polly Castor)

Moss poem by Polly Castor

Moss

Fuzzy green
leprechaun carpets
plush and velvety, hush
the scampering feet
of those small
mischievous sprites,
who, almost like Midas,
turn everything emerald,
while hiding those buckets
of glistening rainbow gold
among the tangled roots
and brittle leaf litter,
propagating such marvelous
moss so hardy and humble–
miraculously moist meekness
that clads the cusp
between winter
and spring,
upholstering
the granite boulders
in snuggly verdant,
St. Patrick’s Day comfort–
flowerless but festive
with reproducing spores,
bringing this poem
back around
to where it began.

by Polly Castor
3/17/2020

St. Patrick's Day poem by Polly Castor

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

2 Comments

  1. Sue Krevitt 3 months ago

    This poem made me feel…green and fuzzy all over!
    or at least wanting to walk barefoot on that carpet!
    or get out my green pens and play moss-painter!
    Or…something!

    Are ye an Irish Lass?

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      Polly Castor 3 months ago

      nope… but thought we all needed a bit of fun.

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