Grass – duncancleary

#211/365

Long grass frames my path –

Caressing me as I pass ~

Not so nice when wet.

A field left fallow –

Seeds sown by man, bird and wind ~

All feels good to me.

Young birds out training –

Under a fingernail moon ~

Flying sideways eights.

Gaze up at infinity –

The cat, distracted by grass.

People raking leaves –
Before them, did the grass die?
The plants before grass?