Blade O' Grass

Poking out through melting snow
from thawing frozen earth.
Timidly a new life peeks
in the newness of spring.

As temperate vernal days drift by.
It drinks the rays of summer sun.
Growing tall standing strong
still velvet soft to shoeless toe.

Yet if rendered asunder
such fragrance it yields.
So subtlety sweet its gift.
Mother Nature's humble.

Blade o' grass.

by Kurt Hearth

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