Spanish Moss

(Mono-print series) Perpetual intertwining of long thin arms longing to brush the dust of our star. Guided by the wind whispering with wispy leaves, pointing towards the robust trunk. Pronounced curls that Helen of Troy couldn’t compete with, gilded fiercely in the sun Though small shabby shrubbery in bundles of tresses wielded over each branch. Burning bright white in the golden sun, yet gray green in the shadowy abyss Finding sweet bliss in each countless silvery hair on stems smooth as satin.