2003, Volume 1, Number 6
Old Cedar Grove
was still snow on most of the upper trail up Cougar Mountain.
I was here to visit the ancient cedar grove at its top. Just
before the old-growth stand is a rock outcrop covered with
small stone cairns set up to mark this awesome spot and a
wooden bridge across a tiny creek. It is absolutely still.
In the silence a red mountain squirrel noiselessly hops across
a fallen cedar. The trees begin to tower over you. The atmosphere
is deepened even more by the witch's hair lichen drooping
like Spanish moss from the lower branches. Some hangs over
the snowbound creek and some has fallen into a pool of snow
melt where it lies in coiled gray-white stillness like some
discarded strands of my grandmother's hair left as a memento.
The atmosphere deepens still more. These trees are thought
to be 600 to 1,000 years old. I realize that I am in some
deeply profound way in a very ancient place.
early spring mountain . . .
the witch's hair hanging from
an old dead tree
Bruce Ross is the editor of Haiku
Moment and Journey
to the Interior, American
Versions of Haibun and
author of How to Haiku, A Writer's Guide to Haiku and
Related Forms and three collections of haiku. He lives
with his wife in Maine where they climb mountains, cross-country
ski, and birdwatch.
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