A Poem I Wrote
"The Grass Is Not So Sure"
The grass is not so sure.
It offers forth
a green, maybe two
as an offering for
the goddess of spring.
Mother Nature blushes
with her curious glory.
Some trees are bold enough
to open an eye,
certain lovely flowers too-
peeking out above
the dead and gone...
watching, waiting patiently
for their stage cue.
The sky is brighter
day by day...
creatures big and small
come out to play.
Their intuition
is strong and pure,
but the grass
is not so sure.
*In honor of Spring, (c) 2010 Jacqueline Wood
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