
“Sky-High Grasses” — C.Birde, 12/16
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” — C.Birde, 12/16
Like pale, slim blades
of sunlight,
dried Autumn grasses
stretch skyward
and bow their heads
to chilling winds.
— C.Birde, 12/16
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.
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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! 🙂
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