open sprawls of dried grasses
endless shades of russet , gold and ochre with
vibrant greens the peeping understory
soaking up the new dew
echoed over with ghosts of great forests
how changing is the hand of man.
tall to hide the legs of beasts, they become
horned cushions upon the carpet of whispering grasses.
aged grasses brittle and snappish
dried grasses flexy and weavish
spent grasses the nannies of the wet winters youth.
seed heads often lavender and chocolate
furry letters of hope to the earth
grasses native or traveller
which way did the wind blow you here?
surface dweller or deeply rooted
here for years or
pass with one season of romancing the winds.
grasses wild and uncut
grasses munched and shat
grasses a frivolous sunset frolic
grasses a hidey place
grasses a cushy place.
listen for the ode to grass on the breeze
chant freedom and original open prairies for grass!
let them dance their seed weighted fronds
in the winds of the whirled
beautiful, thank you Rosie. just what I needed this Monday morn.