Dahlia leaves, intensely green after a thunderstorm.
Ferns and moss, a fertile, humid prayer.
Cleaning the iris bed — old, worn mothers with their fearless children.
The scent of mushrooms soon to sprout.
A friendly neighbor says a spirit haunts his house.
Books — Walt Whitman and John Muir. Melville and Thoreau.
And how strange Emerson, if he’d had a beard.
September 12, 2019
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Beards, Books, Dahlias, Diaries, Emerson, Ferns and Moss, Irises, John Muir, Journals, Melville, Mushrooms, Poems, Poetry, Spirits, Thoreau, Walt Whitman
