I missed you while you were away,
sleeping deeply under the snow.
Now, I can run barefoot through your soft blades
and I bet you are glad it's not so cold.
I sit and watch you sway in the breeze
and look forward to planting flowers and getting green knees.
I love your smell after you have been freshly mowed,
it reminds me to take life a little slow.
I love your smell after the rain,
it reminds me not to take life in vain.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
A whimsical poem. I loved it. Unfortunately it's going back under the snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem! Well done!