Thursday, October 01, 2009

poetry thursday...found on a scrap of paper from about 8 years ago...or more.

she stood there
brittle and pale
asparagus grass
wheat thin
and frail
she breaks like glass
shatters like bone
planted and rooted
threshed and sown
he looks to the sky
for praise of what
has grown
she nods on the wind...
she has always known.


simply blogged said...

Gorgeous both the words and the photo.

daisies said...

wow. just wow. xo

A Fitness Minute with Pat Anderson said...

That old piece of paper was worth finding...and the words worth sharing.

spread your wings said...

oh so beautiful. glad you shared it with us.
like the photo too. ; )