Bookmarked With Green Moss

Warmed by the wild shadows

of moon stalkers I feel fearless

in the cello sonata of an owl

guiding me through the 

graveyard of fallen pines.

Surrounded by breathing silhouettes

I am more alive than sitting in the assault

of digital authoritarians who are bloated

with the sound of their own voices. 

The past month of three hundred and

sixty-five days has no power in this dream

world where miracles are bookmarked

with green moss and sleepy dandelions. 

Dressed in the lacy pattern of stars

I am free to shed the quilt of ominous

that wearies my mind and breathe life

not infected with vocabulary that 

has its thumb in a thesaurus of hate. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

 Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Chouette