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 2026

About the Writer
Mary E Cronin
Mary E. Cronin lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. Her books include Trucks, Boots, and Bells, a poetry collection set in a busy city firehouse, and Like a Mother Bear, a picture book biography of PFLAG founder Jeanne Manford. Mary’s poems have appeared in numerous children’s anthologies and in The New York Times. You can reach her at www.maryecronin.com.