a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Tag Archives: moss
First Spring Green
Filed under Art, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography
For You
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
you
smell like
wild snow
or
of trees
that hug
the earth.
turn your head.
you can hear
the moss
cling to the sides
of trees
and the sun
make your hair
the color
of red honey.
not there.
leave that hill
unnoticed.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry