Grass

I missed you while you were away, sleeping deeply under the snow. Now, I can run barefoot through your soft blades and I bet you are glad it's not so cold. I sit and watch you sway in the breeze and look forward to planting flowers and getting green knees. I love your smell after you have been freshly mown, it reminds me to take life a little slow. And I love your smell after the rain, it reminds me not to take life in vain. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!