alone

soft leaves, brown and silver line my steps and bed a log old, moss growing as darkness against new light green shrooms. there they emerge in layers scalloped, as if immersed in deep blue water. i stop, and wonder if I would have noticed them if I wasn’t alone, if I was distracted by chatter without real meaning or importance and at that moment, i am filled. my steps continue soft and light, alone.

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  1. Tracy Abell says:

    Beautiful image and words. If you’re interested, Nature-Led Life blog put out a call for moss and photos which are due on January 31st (details at bottom of this post: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/109140716/posts/4468209431)

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    1. Thank you so much for the compliment and the suggestion. I just sent off a submission to her.

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      1. Tracy Abell says:

        Yay! Look forward to seeing it. 🙂

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  2. I really like the color and delicate pattern on this fungus.

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