Haiku
murmuring
rain
shiny and even softer
this moss
sounds of
spring
the moss climbs up
an old oak
a
ruined house
looking so much nicer
with the moss
A
torrential rain
the moss on the path
follows my paces
the crescent
moon
dozing on the pillow
of moss
grey cloak of
fog
covering grey eyes
of the moss
on top of
the cliff
moss coloring the sky
at dusk
before dawn
a stray dog washing
the face of moss
autumn in the garden
moss guarding the apple tree
for granny
Softer is the
cliff
covered with the pillow
of moss
