Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “Watching”

  1. I love this haiku, V.J. and the photo. I’d never thought of moss as beards but what a lovely thought. I am partial to moss myself. My mom’s maiden name was Moss and so my grandparents were Ma Moss (the sweetest woman in the world!) and Pa Moss.

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