Sunday, November 05, 2006

Green love.

Grass grows.
Grass covers up.
Grass develops.
Grass cultivates.
Grass can be eaten.
Grass can be slain.
Grass can be harvested.
Grass, soft and healing for sore feet.
Grass of our garden, green and fragrant.
Grass, the last to fade away before winter kills.


Amrita said...

Felisol, this poem of yours from a year ago is so beautiful.

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