For Poets United Thursday Think Tank poetry prompt: #59 Grass
Here in town, they mow
it down, never allowing
it to reach its full potential.
Level it, to raked sand
conformity of in-door
when wind combs fingers
through fine supple hair
as it ripples like water
dancing in sunlight, free
Becomes safe rest for small
furred creatures, and potential
nest for birds who perch on stalks
to sing glorious hymns to morning.
Freely shares its space with simple wildflowers
then with grace, when it comes to seed,
releases its offspring on a breeze,
Elizabeth Crawford 7/28/11
Process Notes: Think it’s obvious that I am a bit partial to wild grasses.