Grass Catcher

She held out a hand to me,
and a shape shifter in the sunlight
she was crafted of birch bark
where the curious shadows dappled.

Lay down in the long grass.
I will show you how the rain
bends it over--little caverns
where the world is stretched by telescope.

We can disappear into a sea of stems
where the dew makes a damp moss
pungent scent. It will be like floating
on amber clouds, I said.

And we will catch the tails
of shooting stars (through lattice cracks)
like fireflies cupped in our hands.
Just a little... just a little softer to the left.

 

i like that, Ive lain in the grass and imagined being tiny, thats what this reminded me of

 

...like floating on amber clouds,

Yum, what a beautiful image. I love star-gazing...
My birthday is the 13th, so I'll be under the sky looking up.
Perhaps graced by a few fireflies. Thanks, for all you offer.

 

That was beautiful! I love you

 

This is one that actually feels good to me. I'm glad you liked it.
Happy birthday Sylvan.

 

good show

 

This poem really reminded me of the tranquility and peace that can be sought in nature. Great feel to it.

 

Regal Queen Ann's Lace
distant down a dew soaked meadow,
unfurls a thousand and a thousand buds
to the addicted tendrils of sun.

And the daisy, the simplest petal
of unsymettrical level and pastel tones
they reach their shy heads from
the taller flowers of the grass.

 

A sigh and a whisper
*speechless*

 

beauty

 

But does it seem that too often we use the guise of beauty and eloquence to disguise our deeper truths?