Sparkling Grass

Hills of Grass

Hills of Grass

If you are from Earth, then we have some common understanding.
You may know about green hills in the spring time.
Aren’t they wonderful?
My view today is from a remote mountain side, where I relish the tall, wet grasses.
At dawn, each blade is tipped with a diamond-dew sparkle.
I sip morning coffee beneath a luxuriant glow of early sunlight.
This is all I have ever wanted: to marvel over Earth beauty.
It died.
The late-morning sun melted the sparkles clean off the earth.
There will be more of this tomorrow. We know that.
It is given.

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4 Responses to Sparkling Grass

  1. A delight to read and savour

    Liked by 1 person

  2. smilecalm says:

    artistic gift
    of blues & greens 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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