Lie in the Grass
I am feeling the beginning of the dog days of summer with heat bearing down on sun drenched skin. It is in August that one feels the inevitable return of darkness on the doorstep, a change of seasons in the air. It is also with this knowing that I wrote this poem.
My intention was to try and capture the very best of summer as a temporary experience. Seasons are a great reminder of our mortality. Even the very best weather will fade. Flowers bloom and lose their petals, blades of grass turn brown under the heat welcoming the layers of leaves and snow pack to come. No matter the occasion, all things will change…even us.
Lie in the Grass
Let’s lie in the grass until the sun leaves today
Staying as long as the world let’s us play
Asleep to the pressures rumbling below
Awake to the brightness of flowers aglow
Stretched out among the blades of grass
Letting our worries melt and bypass
This glorious field filled with love and light
Devouring every bit of precious daylight