Issue Thirty-Two - Summer 2018

Spanish Moss

By Loukia M. Janavaras

It is Spanish moss
I fell in love with,
lace around a Live Oak tree
its feathery fingers dangling
from lengthy limbs,
wisps of French hair
shimmering down in sunlight.
It is as though I am more enchanted
with the moss than with the tree
though I considered them one,
a grace that lingers
and overcomes my love
for the poetry of the Olive,
the tears of the Willow
for in its loving embrace,
it reassures the Live Oak
of its resilience.

Copyright Janavaras 2018