Broom Grass 4.2.21

April 2, 2021 /

They wave to me
Tall and brown 
Dancing in the
Soft warm breeze

Beckoning
No, calling me
To lie down
Among them

I enter 
And as I move
Their soft feathery tips
Touch and caress me

Once among them
I succumb
And lay with them
Warmed by the sun

I gaze up
As cream colored clouds
Quietly sashay
Across the blue sky

They cuddle and hide me
They whisper in the wind
I am alone 
but am not lonely

2 Comments

Bob Bush

April 2, 2021 at 11:21 am

…at peace John! ☺️
Billy

April 5, 2021 at 8:54 pm

Wow John that’s really good!…. It reminded me of my days as a child laying in the green grass warmed by the sun and watching the clouds go by and seeing In the clouds all kind of faces and animals. What great days. Thanks for sharing