Lichen Lingers Lonely

As the pine needles chases the grasses

as the sun labours arc-wise

as the snow disappears into the ground

as the wind considers no cease

as the stones reroute trickling

as the stream constructs an armoured shell

as the blue sky turns grey beneath twigs

as the logs provide only temporary shelter

as the lichen lingers lonely

joined by its rocky summit cousins

twisting free from earth's hard edge

practicing you will find me then.

Author's Note

Written October '12
Well, it may have British spelling, but that doesn't mean it's a great work of art :)