The cream lace sprays
Of old grass undulate, dry.
The trees —
remember
Tag: grass
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The grassy hill
At flood tide, breaks 'cross the road
Council scrapes it back -
A lone grasshopper
Gnaws one blade in millions — lost
As much as I am -
From lush green last month
High hay bale towers rise —
Over dust, straw -
An impressionist
Paints this meadow: leaf, bud, seed
Each speck of colour -
In grass, forests:
Tiny flowerheads quiver
Before the storm -
Three feet of grass
Covers the cold hills — hiding
Deep mud-puddles -
By the roadside
The long grass wavers, heads in
A fog of seeds
Jenkins Rising 