Moss
Moss grows deep
and velvet green.
It blankets rocks
and in-between
the roots of our old weeping willow.
Moss makes a shade-sweet sleeping pillow.
and velvet green.
It blankets rocks
and in-between
the roots of our old weeping willow.
Moss makes a shade-sweet sleeping pillow.
This poem is copyright (©) Mary E Cronin 2023

About the Writer
Mary E Cronin
Mary writes poems for children and adults, and she teaches reading and writing to young children each day in her role as a Literacy Coach. She lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts with her wife and their mischief-maker dog named Daisy. Mary’s poems have appeared in the anthologies THINGS WE DO and AMAZING FACES, and in The New York Times. You can reach Mary at www.maryecronin.com.