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Grass

I missed you while you were away,
sleeping beneath the snow.
Now I run barefoot through your blades,
grateful winter let you go.

You sway so soft in springtime's breeze,
green stains blooming on my knees.
Your scent, fresh-cut, slows down the day,
reminding me to lose the race.

And after rain, you rise again--
a quiet breath that whispers:
live.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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May 26, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Wow. This warms the heart, like Springtime reaching forth- for you, in the grass.
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May 31, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Paige, your words are like spring sunlight--“reaching forth for you, in the grass” is such a beautiful image. That’s exactly the feeling I hoped to capture--gentle, grounding, and full of quiet joy. Thank you for feeling it so deeply and sharing your heart.
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