On a fine morning in late August, an old cedar stump along the trail into the woods wears a carpet of haircap moss (Polytrichum commune). The tiny jeweled wonders emerging from the thatch are dancing seed capsules, the fragile sprouts wearing raindrops, strands of spider silk and a single watchful spider off in a corner waiting for breakfast to put in an appearance.
The moss colony was perfect, and for the life of me, I can't come up with the right words to describe it. It just is, all by itself. A small story. Amazing. Inspired by my friend, Shelley Krause, perhaps a haiku?
morning on the trail
mosses sending dewy seeds into the light
small wonders
4 comments:
Very worthy of a Haiku.
Yes Small wonders indeed. Wonders we never get tired of. Wishing you a WONDERful(l) day.
Yes Small wonders indeed. Wonders we never get tired of. Wishing you a WONDERful(l) day.
It is a tiny, miniature forest...how beautiful! I am so glad I live in the Pacific Northwest of the US because it is the land of a thousand mosses...which I dearly love! I even have a moss lawn! Your photograph of the tiny water droplets on each individual moss thread is just exquisite!
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