Saturday, November 17, 2007


[this poem was written years ago, but I think it is just right for the Weekend Wordsmith prompt "grass"]


Blade by blade,
the color of the lawn
changes first from
desolate brown
to desperate green,
raindrops teasing
the tired leaves awake.

As the cloud recedes
the threadbare carpet
shrugs into a more knowing shade
and idly gathers
the cast-off layer
of sallow summer dust.


Crafty Green Poet said...

oh I love how rain makes the grass come alive like that...

sister AE said...

Thanks, Juliet.

paisley said...

where i live the grass is only green in the winter.. it comes with the rains.. so i can see the beauty in all of this ,, just looking out my window......

sister AE said...

Hello, paisley, i'm glad you like it.

Amy said...

I enjoyed this. SO appropriate for Southern Spain, but the watering fools the grass into green in the summer.
Amy from Med Views

sister AE said...

Thanks, Amy, I'm glad you like it.

June said...

I'm finding I'm liking your poems more and more.

sister AE said...

Hi, June,
Thanks, though I'm sure it has nothing to do with the order in which I write them because this one is from 1999.