|Artwork by Maria Silmon which appears in We'Moon with my poem|
Scarcely a day’s rain
and the white mushroom emerges jubilant
above the crackle of dry leaves,
opening wide to the light.
On the broken branch, the “dead” branch,
the lovely jade of Bushy Beard lichen, usnea strigosa,
grows riotous, joyful for this moment,
green flowers alien and graceful, exquisitely turned.
The dying tree hosts lichen of all colors,
shapes and textures rivaling Picasso or Matisse.
This is Death in the forest! What ecstasy!
This is one end of life’s continuum,
one tip of the see-saw, wheeee!
“We gobble up Death, it’s our specialty,
it’s where we love to live.
Give us Death and let us create,
regenerate, revive, renew!
We’re eaters of Death, alive once more,
and eager, eager for YOU!”
December 29, 2013
It has only been a week between poems, and this is my poem featured on page 162 of the We'Moon Datebook, 2016. I was inspired by lichen growing on dead trees, and seeing how in nature we witness regeneration constantly. There is death, but it is a renewal, just one small part of the never-ending life cycle. I liked putting in the sharp bite of a reminder that we, too, are part of the cycle.