Grass – Poems to Share

Asphalt and Wildflowers

cars tear byspewing exhaust. toxic fumesinsult the senses. asphalt pathscut throughgreen grass. While — pine treesreach forthe sky. wildflowers wavenature’s resiliencesilently standingreminding us, Life finds a way.

Moon Cycle

The moon is clear in today’s morning skyA daytime hello, a nighttime goodbyeA beautiful sky and a warming sunWe have many hours to get our work done. With the sun shining down, heating the dayA restful respite is a welcomed delayAnd then the trees start to dance in the windA hollow sound bellows, a band’sContinue reading “Moon Cycle”

A Dragon In Bloom

S tunning flowers with bright red bloomsN oble in their gentle graceA mazing colors lure the beesP eaceful pockets of golden seedD elicate petals in rainbow huesR eaching high towards the skyA palette of colors paint the soulG reen stalks showcase beautiful crownsO pen to show the dragon inside Natural wonders soothe our sensesS nappingContinue reading “A Dragon In Bloom”

The Picnic Quilt

A worn bench sits underthe magnolia tree.The garden,once abandoned,now brims with life. The couple meets at the bench.A playful grey and black dog bounds,ready for a game of disc dog.A quick bark sets the day. The soft yellow discsails across the park.The dog, stance set,leaps up,mouth open,catching the disc mid-air.He bounds back,ready for another round.Continue reading “The Picnic Quilt”

Soaring Disc

Rays of sunshineBeat on the treeSunlight weaves its wayForming patterns on the grass The largest sunlit patchA tanning bed for the dogHis owner rests on the benchWatching people enter the park A yellow disc on his lapWaiting for the perfect timeTo engage the dog in funHis eye catches her approach Stepping from the benchA whistleContinue reading “Soaring Disc”

The Willow

Standing alone atop a hill,sunrays weave their waylike a pinball gamethrough drooping branches This solitary tree enchantsin its graceful dancethin branches flow with the breeze An unkept wooden fencestruggles to perform its only roledecades of neglectturned panels to obstacles Creaking and moaning panelsyield to the wind’snear constant demands The melody of the treein harmony withContinue reading “The Willow”

The Forgotten Garden

I’m sitting on a bench in the forgotten garden,nestled in the center of a city. Thousands of people rush past,as trees, shrubs, and birds go unseen. No longer noticing the fragrancefrom the blooming flowers. I found my way in,closed my eyes,attempted to erase the overgrowth thatswallowed the garden whole. Bushes twice their size,blocking the gate,actingContinue reading “The Forgotten Garden”