When creation seemed at a perfect end,
and any self-respecting creator
would have packed up and gone home satisfied,
Our God winked … and introduced algae to moss,
added moisture and cold,
turned the sun away for a season.
And smiled to see this old man’s beard,
this grey green confounder of taxonomists,
festooning the forest,
branched in silent celebration,
like so much self-renewing tinsel.