MOSSES
mvt 3 from “Fire Flowers”

The lost wind wandering, forever grieves 
Low overhead, 
Above grey mosses whispering of leaves 
Fallen and dead. 
And through the lonely night sweeps their refrain 
Like Chopin’s prelude, sobbing ‘neath the rain. 

Emily Pauline Johnson (1861-1913)
Canadian poet of the Mohawk Nation