moss miniver We have been a forest, and a leaf; the blackest soil in a rain; wet moss growing north; the clay, the clay, the clay of gray; the centipede and his toes. 000913 ... freakizh kate is good. 020201 ... daroma goes greenly towards me and my eyes, 031117 ... andru235 if i were buried in a forest, no coffin, as i would like to be, i would be totally posthumously flattered if years later moss grew in that very spot. 051028 ... jordie it grew by the creek in thick bevies of emerald green. velvet clumps of the finest thread. I wove a dress from its roots. 060521 ... thieums What is the sound of a tree falling alone in the moss? 090730 ... alfia wedded to wet and softer than rain sweet, silken green pillows for stones and roots and the trunks of trees so bright and green in the darkest nooks shining shy, lush carpets by the brook i love you i love you i love you 110209 what's it to you? who go blather from