Moss Covered Log

Moss Covered Log

A Poem by Christopher Norton

Just a brief thought on the passage of time.

    Hollow like a moss covered log.

 Fragile bark, soft with damp musty dew.

 Lying still like this for ages watching seasons pass as chutes grow to trees, I become buried in their shade. 

Creeping vines like fingers remind me of old love. 

Touched and forgotten as summer fades to fall. 

Bark and bone, heart of oak.... all become dust.

© 2014 Christopher Norton

Author's Note

Christopher Norton
The briefest of thoughts...

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This holds a readers attention and has an readable, casual format.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Liked how you put forth the decay...
and the life around the log...
gives back thoughts within the read...
and you converge the scenery...

Posted 4 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on March 4, 2014
Last Updated on March 4, 2014
Tags: time, old age, death, dying, life, regret, tree, decay


Christopher Norton
Christopher Norton

S. Glens Falls, NY

Subtlety is not my style. How can I describe myself without sounding self-indulgent? I could say something dark and clever but the truth is, I'm an uneducated, high school dropout who has never don.. more..