she stood there
brittle and pale
asparagus grass
wheat thin
and frail
she breaks like glass
shatters like bone
planted and rooted
threshed and sown
he looks to the sky
for praise of what
he
has grown
she nods on the wind...
she has always known.
poetry thursday...found on a scrap of paper from about 8 years ago...or more.
she stood there
brittle and pale
asparagus grass
wheat thin
and frail
she breaks like glass
shatters like bone
planted and rooted
threshed and sown
he looks to the sky
for praise of what
he
has grown
she nods on the wind...
she has always known.