grass – Garden of Words

Abandoned Field in High Summer Haiku

luminous feathers
to deepest cornstalk, the grass
softens the hot sun

bare feet in the grass
hot sun overhead, in May
with my sandals off

in the summer grass
the cat finds a wounded bird
and begins to play

grass high and dry and
seeded as wheat
tips too close for focus
belly on the blanket beside it

a bowl of blueberries,
almost gone

the rain pretends to come
but no one cares
not even the cat

written july 31 — lughnasadh — feast of the grain harvest