Shadows of the Season
Shadows dance to a secret tune
prompted by the play of light upon the green.
Just look!
The world has discarded winter’s gloom
and laid its living carpet for all to see.
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Lovely poem, Dor!
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It looks to me as though you have what I always called “barefoot grass.” I grew up with that kind of grass — soft, and sweet-smelling. Down here, our lawn grasses tend to be prickly, and not so inviting to lay in.
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Beautiful !!
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I remember prickly grass in Florida but I miss going barefoot there growing up. Here the grass is soft but tis tick season so going barefoot is ill advised.
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🤗 Thankyou!
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