Spanish Moss
By joyismine
SPANISH MOSS With supple grace it drapes and moves in shadowy silhouette, stirred by unseen breezes lovingly nudging its nape, forming a gray vignette; Mystery implied by the veiled strands waving there, devouring the very breath of life from the oaks so aged and bare. Joyce GuyI love the Spanish Moss, and yet it sounds a death knell for the hardwood trees it inhabits. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 02:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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