In the Grass

In the grass, glimmer of dew on early dawn. It's first kissed by the glimmer of gold hued sunrise rays; a new beginning of gold sun-rays. Rain from a wisp of teal sky, pounds on pane glass, the sound of patter rain beats in my ears. When the rain ceased, a double rainbows arches the heavens into teal bluegrass. A soft gentle zephyr tightly weaves and lacing through one another’s tendrils leaving a wisp of pure clean white breath scent, savoring sweetly tangy flavor of emerald tender blades of grass, among the foliage of spring nostalgic growth. Autumn embraces natures laced in summer. Heavenly. 3/17/2023 In the Grass' Contest Info Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco