“…In this green shade, over the leaves and rubble
Of the fallen and still falling, over branches
And tangles of tree roots, over whole stones
And whole nurse logs, beneath the arches
Of ferns and the grottoes of deadfalls,
The moss has spread and deepened an underworld.
You kneel here naturally, and the air around you
Yields to your touch like moss, as the moss itself
Will yield to snow and ice through winter
To return as what it was,
And the green air you breathe is yielding to rain
Softer than moss, suspended like a cloud..."
- From “On the Forest Floor” by David Wagoner
Appx 9 x 9 inches (23 x 23 cm)
Polychromos colored pencils on toned Strathmore 400 Series paper
**Created on commission**