Freshly Cut Grass March 17, 2007
Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.trackback
Sharp scents of summer snap under feet
Blades lean low as to signal defeat
Crisply formed fibers flash emerald rays
Broken bodies stand dead drooped in day
Bashed and bright lay the meadow sleeping
Half lay lifeless and half are knelt weeping
© 2007 Argonaut
Perfect jak!
Your use of imagery is amazing!
Keep up the great writing.
You have a wonderful talent.
Nancy
I wrote a haiku about the fresh cut grass, too. It is part of my “Scents of Childhood” series. Let me share it here with you…
Scents Of Childhood, Haiku #4
Sweet smell of cut grass
Brings the boy back to school grounds ~
Mirths of used to be.
I wish you well ~ Jeques