After autumn has burnished
fallen leaves and bracken,
tufts of fern and verdigris
transform the palette.
Along mudbanks coated
with emerald algae,
mare’s tails’ spiky green
tips release glowing nebulae
in stagnant ponds,
and licheny flora cling
to earth, tree, wall and rock,
tiny forests of green lungs
all exhaling honest rot.
Kim M. Russell, 16th November 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Keep it Green
Brendan says he’s currently deep in a forest, away from politics, pandemics and climate derangement, staying green and writing in the manner of an unknown poet of distant monastic age.
He’d like us to sing a song of earth-praise and keep it green.
Free image found on pikist.com.
writing in north norfolk 
Inhale green, exhale rot! I enjoyed your response to this challenge, there is plenty of rot that needs exhaling right now…
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Thanks Ingrid! We have a lot of green moss and lichen around our garden and it is so friendly and comforting now the leaves have mostly gone – except for the willow, of course.😊
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Lovely… just lovely
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Thank you so much!
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You just can’t fault honest rot.
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😊
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I love the idea of those tiny forests of green lungs. As I read, I could SEE what you wrote about. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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There’s plenty of dead wood around that could use some real useful disintegrating…I love the way autumn eats itself to make food for spring. (K)
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Me too!
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What a delight! Such precise details of an enlivened world … stinking honestly . And you win the title award for 2020.
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Thanks Brendan!
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Visual beauty and verbal humor! I love the lungs and green rot.
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Thank you, Susan.
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