Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window
Tag: grass
Morning Grass
morning frosty grass
barefoot walking to the fence
my feet are stained green
tip-toeing to the kitchen
embracing my black kettle
Happy World Poetry Day!
Ethereal Magic
Between green and grey
you dance when no one is looking
feeling the lush wetness of moss, grass
moving within the rain beckoning wind
rolling about as grass gets into your hair
A Lunch Haiku
Wind moving the grass
Winter sea waves on the hills
Walking within waves
Sunday Afternoon
To ponder the wind moving the grass. A sense of grace moves through the quiet places of our home.
Not one for religion, yet there is a sense of peace in a church where everyone is welcome.
My thoughts feed the Sunday night existential dread.
I sit and ponder.
A Shiver
A sun-kissed day.
A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.
The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.
A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.
Lost in the Afternoon
I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
Fresh Cut Grass
A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
Frosty Sitting
sitting
fresh winds blow
frosty grass crunches
evergreen trees remain
C & K 