Grass
I feel the silkiness of its
fleeting touch upon my
bare exposed feet.
My linen skirt swishing
around my ankles
just teasingly
brushing its surface.
A straw hat is perched
upon my auburn hair
a living connection
to the earth.
I place my chequered rug
(as it invited me to do)
upon its textured skin
creating a perfect square
of intimate darkness.
Folding myself into its
sweet scented fragrance
I allow it to become
part of me, a channel
for my thoughts.
Taking out my pen
and trusty notebook
I begin to write……


Grass
I feel the silkiness ……