Like pale, slim blades
of sunlight,
dried Autumn grasses
stretch skyward
and bow their heads
to chilling winds.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Sky-High Grasses — An Image
Like pale, slim blades
of sunlight,
dried Autumn grasses
stretch skyward
and bow their heads
to chilling winds.
— C.Birde, 12/16
2 Comments
your image in the first two lines is striking. and reading the lines aloud again makes me realize how important the sounds are to the impact. the “chilling winds” provide a counterpoint. you’ve managed to capture much truth about life in this brief poem.
I always feel that when I read your generous comments, I learn something about the nature of what it is I am doing from an intuitive place. I truly appreciate your feedback. Thank you! 🙂