Freshly Cut Grass March 17, 2007Posted by jak in Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.
Sharp scents of summer snap under feet
Blades lean low as to signal defeat
Crisply formed fibers flash emerald rays
Broken bodies stand dead drooped in day
Bashed and bright lay the meadow sleeping
Half lay lifeless and half are knelt weeping
© 2007 Argonaut