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Fresh Cut Grass

Every time I see you, you're more red and in the West
I’m always anxious, you don’t seem to know the word exists
It comes and goes, you always know, what’s lost will be replaced
Here, I ruminate on mistakes I failed to anticipate

I’m reading books again, sometimes a line sticks in my head
It’s like the author somehow

Categories: fresh cut, absence, addiction, break up,
Form: Free verse

Fresh Cut

fresh cut grass
in soaring heat
~ cold beer waiting



posted March 22, 2021

Categories: fresh cut, summer, uplifting, work,
Form: Haiku

Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon- a Haiku

Fresh cut grass Smells Like Watermelon- A Haiku
by James Edward Lee Sr.

fountain aurora
a tasteful fresh cut grass smells
watermelon slice

5/27/19

Categories: fresh cut, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Watermelon Fresh Cut Grass-

'O' early morning
a smells, watermelon fresh
because of cut grass

beyond the spring falls
a large, lawn mower cutting
watching the pebbles

ants, worms, scudata
a large, lawn mower cutting
because of cut grass'

'O' early morning
a smells, watermelon fresh
because of cut grass
  

4//6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Categories: fresh cut, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, environment,
Form: Haiku

Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon

Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon


When I cut my grass
Early in the morning smells
As a cool melon

written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/16/17

Categories: fresh cut, caregiving, environment, food,
Form: Haiku

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

Categories: fresh cut, children, friendship, happiness, life,
Form: Light Verse

Mom's Fresh Cut Flowers

The sweet smell of spring’s sent,
The light fragrance or the blooming flowers,
Bring my memories flowing,
Pouring as fast and as steadily as a stream.
Thoughts of my mother picking flowers,
Choosing carefully and catering closely,
To the blossoms that would sit on our table.
Each one cut perfectly at a slant

Categories: fresh cut, mother, seasons,
Form: I do not know?

Fresh Cut Grass

Smell of cut grass,
brings back memories
of better summers
as dear childhood chums,

we would play until
way past dark and
sit on that grass
so green and fresh.

Wishing on falling stars,
coming down from heaven,
telling stories and
watching fireflies.

As dew fell on the ground
in search of night crawlers,
we would find so many
into the can we would place them.

Voices calling to us,
our fun

Categories: fresh cut, childhoodnight, night,
Form: Light Verse