Thank you, Laura, for hosting Poetry Friday at Author Amok.
Last week, I found this poem in the mail. From Margaret Simon.
On the outside this lovely photo.
Photo credit is "Drops of Dew" @Sergey Khakimullen Dreamstine Stock Photos.
On the inside this even lovelier poem:
Ode to Grass
For today, I will step lightly
for you tenderness
for the light of the sun upon your greenliness
for tickling my belly
for wriggling between my toes
for your fresh sweet scent
for the settled earth you can draw strength from
for your canvas of wildflowers
for clover crowns
for hiding rollie-pollies, fleas, and snakes
for grass.
©Margaret Simon, 2014
I love that for all the fabulous things she’s telling the reader that grass does for her, a twist that it hides rollie-pollies, fleas, and snakes…so unexpected.
Thanks,
Margaret.
Happy Friday.
Happy Poetry.
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Margaret Simon’s sweet “Ode to Grass” takes me back to earlier summer. I especially connect to “clover crowns.” Appreciations to her & to you for sharing.
Amazing details in Margaret’s poems. I love how summery it feels, even though the season is not mentioned.
Beautiful!
Living in the desert gives me an even greater appreciation for grass because I seldom see it. Lovely poem. = )
Love the sense of play with “greenliness” and clover crowns” – and glorious photograph, too.
Just wonderful, that ‘greenliness’. We just had lots of rain, but it won’t be long before the final mowing. I love the details Margaret put into her tribute to grass.
Loved the “canvas of wildflowers” best of all. Thank you for sharing this with us, dearest Jone. 🙂 And that photograph is lovely! 🙂
I agree with Laura that the poem seems refreshingly summery, even thought Margaret doesn’t identify the season. And I agree with everyone else that “clover crowns,” “greenliness,” and “canvas of wildflowers” are delightful descriptors! Thanks, Margaret and Jone!
I loved grass as a child. Here in Ohio, it hides vicious chiggers, who have ended my love affair.
I dreamt about walking in tall grass and being afraid of chiggers last night. Never experienced a chigger.
Jone, thank you for showcasing Margaret’s lovely poem that speaks highly of summer grass. Such a nice feel to have your toes amongst the green blades of summer but on Long Island once you stepped onto the grass the little bugs come out to bite. Still working on the last submissions for the Summer Serenity Gallery.