Fresh Cut Grass
My favorite thing about the month of June
The smell of cuttings across the lawn
The air so crisp and beautifully warm by noon
The smell of the day after right after dawn
Spirits linger in early mournings rays
Each moment passes, away silently slips the day
If only those moments could only last
The smell of dew and fresh cut grass
Clean, crisp and fresh holding it with loving grasp
All through the day
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
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