mornings find them
quiet
waiting for the break ofday
in afternoon they sway
to breezes cool
i see them
swoon under
november’s wolf moon
each blade
separate
but together
these simple things called grasses
elicit
a rich deep color
i will call
faith
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Beautiful inspiring way to start my day!
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Harold
I'm so glad. That is my hope for this humble little blog. :)
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