Outdoor Adventures

I'd apologize for bombarding y'all with poetry this week, but hey, you showed up anyway. The following are poems that I wrote in 2004 and 2006. The first one I was reminded of when I took my first walk of the season through McCrory Gardens last Friday with Liz and Tami. The second I was reminded of while mowing the lawn this morning. Mother Nature as an inspiration for writing. I wish I could claim being the first to have come up with it. But seriously, even I am not quite that old.

Wish You Were Here

This broad expanse

Of barefoot grass

I walk at dusk alone.

Pausing inside our sacred space,

I feel a sensual, spiritual trace

We left behind, before.

My sandals in hand,

Soft footfalls land

In silence resilient and calm.

Tactile memories

Reside upon the breeze,

Our love an offering,

Given, seized.

The meadow goddess smiles, appeased.

Our pleasure is hers,

The grass, the trees.

The Resiliency of The Grass

Three pulls

And the engine leaps to life

Isolated by the noise

And the softness of the turf

I am walled off from the world

Save for the breeze

And the bright green smell

The grass is resilient, patient, alive

She tolerates the sun and weather

Springs back from our footfalls

Creeps stealthily into the garden space

Survives this whirring blade of steel

That keeps her height in check

By midsummer I'll grow weary of this task

Yet remain grateful

That she shrugs off the winter

With such ease and confidence