As I Begin A Morning Walk Poem by Glen Kappy
As I Begin A Morning Walk
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
It's just cut grass I smell
but even so… even so…
how wonderful!
Oh, this one made me smile, Glen! One of my favorite smells, and so much of life invested in the memory of that smell! Very nice!
cool! glad to make you smile. the world, the universe, is full of the glory of God, yes? -glen
Some times a very small things may make our day- -a smile, a pat for something well done, a good gesture- -A piece of an old song- - We automatically associate it with so many lovely things- - A smell of cut grass that go in to our body with breathing may arouse us to the lovely summer morning- - and this small poem just evokes such beautiful feelings.
bharati, it's a pleasure to read your response to this poem. so thank you. you have grasped it perfectly(!) hoping you have a good day, glen
Glen, you have a wonderful ability to write such short pieces called Haiku! With few words you leave the reader to wonder and smell the cut grass. Well! i am trying to catch the fragrance! Thank you for sharing. God bless!
you're welcome! and thank you for reading and commenting. in spring we have a succession of sweet fragrances in the neighborhood i live in. this morning i smelled only cut grass, and it struck me- it too, less sweet and humble though it be- is also a gift, a reminder of the sentient beings we are. -glen
Yes! ! ! There is something so life affirming in the smell of freshly-mowed grass! ! And if it is alfalfa then stand aside because I find it an aphrodisiac and instantly fall in love with the day!
glad you relate, susan! as always, thanks for your reading and comments. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I too enjoy that smell of cut grass but you took the pleasure further by making it a poem, so others - still walking in darkness - will see the humble but sufficient light. What happens next will be their destiny.
he, daniel! thanks for reading my poem and commenting. so much beauty in the world! -glen