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
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2023
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