“Lichen”

I have been living and loving my life the last year and have not written, it seems, in exactly one year, and the theme seems to be too freakily similar even for me!  Guess I don’t change much 🙂  I’ve always been of the opinion that poetry, in one of its purposes, is to paint pictures of life.  The perspective simply changes.  I did not do this poem as a partner to the one I wrote on August 29, 2018, but the similarities are, as I said, freaky!

It rode the August wind

Up

above the treeline

into the snowbank

 

that slowly melted its way over

granite and sandstone

into the small cracks and crevices.

 

Seeds are small and

stick

in small places

until they grow

 

with sun and rain or snowmelt,

the least bit of dust,

to send the slightest tendril out.

 

Season follows season,

ringing

just a little larger,

pressing against rock

 

with undeniable insistence,

sending roots ever down,

and then at last

BLOOM.

Daniel J. Cox

08-29-2019

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