DAY 269 (30 DECEMBER) Moss (Bryophyta) (Farnham)
Take a branch or twig. Introduce the cold, to kill its pretty things. Bring on the nights. Call in the damp so that its stubs and dead fingers can only weep downwards into the mulch. Block hope. Then walk away, and give it days of its own. Look how, when it’s ready, it doesn’t mind you or me. Look how it makes a mockery of No. Look how it makes a new city of miniature green. (Copyright Jenny Rivarola)
