hark to the wind…

 

 

grass, singing

 

When you walk the fields,

you scuff the sopranos,

you tramp on the tenors,

you crush the chorus,

the grass, in its millions,

is singing its tiniest of songs.

 

If you stop to think on

   what the field may know,

if you hark to the wind

   but listen beneath it,

if you wait for

   the coda

      of the melody of the turf,

you may hear

   scant words

      and the lightest notes

         and the endless tunes

            of the sward.

 

March 4, 2025

Inspired by “Between Winter and Spring” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:

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