Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Winter Green

In the fecund (got this word from Annie Dillard) ,verdant months, this patch of moss would not have drawn my eye. But in the bare, stark landscape of winter it glowed with a reminder of life as it waits in the wings or in this case atop the concrete abutment of a bridge. Admirable tenacity - happy promise.

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10 comments:

Anvilcloud said...

Just be careful to whom you say that word, eh?

swamp4me said...

I love moss - it has such an interesting life cycle and it's so pretty.
Fecund in its own right :)

Cuppa said...

Beautiful and eye catching. If we can't have winter white diamonds in the snow then we will enjoy emeralds on the concrete.

Thanks again for sending me over to Thoreau's journals. I am loving a visit there each morning.

Cathy said...

AC - You're right - this word definitely has an 'edginess' about it. I felt a little naughty tapping it out:0)

Swampy - I'm thinking I've read that moss engages in sexual reproduction? Guess I better do a little more research before I start spreading rumors.

Cuppa - Thank you - what a lovely image: white diamonds contrasted to emeralds on concrete - Nice.

bev said...

We love seeing moss in winter. There are a couple of trails that we like to hike where there is a lot of moss growing along a low escarpment. We can see it even when there's a lot of snow. Quite a treat for eyes when we're missing green in winter (not a problem so far this year!)

Laurie said...

I love it when there's a shock of color like that. Great photo.

Bonita said...

Here, in the Pacific Northwest, I saw a mound of moss with shamrocks poking through it. The leaves of the little shamrocks were yellowed from fall, but still there, huddled down, like old men in a game of checkers. Such resolute tenacity during these dark days of winter. ~ Bonita

Cathy said...

Laurie - all the more attention-grabbing for its uniqueness this time of year.

Bonita - Now I'd like to see a picture of that -like old men in a game of checkers - You are a poet - such a great simile - I could see it!

KGMom said...

Do you know that what you have written in Winter Green is a great example of found poetry? The words you use are precisely those that a poet uses (in addition to Annie Dillard).
Love it.

And, to answer another question you asked, no poetic license at all. The story about my husband talking to our dog is 100% true!

Cathy said...

kgmom - well - this is fun - I guess I've heard the term 'found poetry' but had never explored it. I see what you mean. Thanks:0) You're right - that's what I did. I like it.

Still can't get over your husband's conversation. Dang. I'm tearing up, again.