Monday, April 07, 2014

Soft grass.


           Soft grass.


Below foot, my sense
restored to mother,
earth of mine, once loved
forgotten how I'd, tested time.
Fallen into slumber deep,
hopes of wildness yet to keep,
BUT.....
then well it's fine,
to sense the lustre of the
grass upon my,
skin, breathed in,
breathed out, breathed more,
breathed more for center,
a late becoming, so green
this mentor, this soft
green carpet of my longing...