…the time of dying,
the color green escapes hastily
while native grasses
repaint themselves
as gold, rarefied
.
.
Copyright 2012 http://www.anotherthousandwords.wordpress.com
Golden Grasses, Evanston IL
…the time of dying,
the color green escapes hastily
while native grasses
repaint themselves
as gold, rarefied
.
.
Copyright 2012 http://www.anotherthousandwords.wordpress.com
Golden Grasses, Evanston IL
a beautiful image and a beautiful poem!
Thanks so, smacked…though it is only 7:00 AM here, you have given me the first smile of the day!
Agreed that this is a lovely combination of words and image. Nicely done!
Thanks much, SS! I truly appreciate your kind words!
You have a wonderful perspective on life. Some would say it is just dead grass, so much better to see it as gold. My In-laws travelled around Australia some years ago (not long before I met them), through the rugged, drier areas and they often tell me about one lady they met on their travels who sat in the car and knitted while her husband drove, refusing to look up because she said it was boring and all the same. My In-laws saw it as a different kind of beauty, amazing colours and something very special. The other poor lady missed so much!
Thanks so, Lancer…what a sad woman, missing so much splendor!