Poetry About Bogs

Moss drinks the rain without hurry. Dark water keeps the sky in fragments. A sundew shines above the peat. Footsteps soften on the trembling ground. Centuries gather in the quiet below. The bog saves what the hurried world overlooks.

Return after the first glance. Dark water keeps the sky in fragments. The scene has kept more than appearance. Footsteps soften on the trembling ground. Attention makes the ordinary answer back. The bog saves what the hurried world overlooks.

Moss drinks the rain without hurry. Time moves, but the image does not leave. A sundew shines above the peat. It returns us to wetlands, moss, stored water, slow growth, hidden life, and landscapes wrongly dismissed as wasteland. Centuries gather in the quiet below. The day continues with a more attentive heart.