To the Grass

Under weight of snow,

Send down roots.

After winter’s dark night,

Awake and stretch toward warmth and light.

With your fellows,

stand thick and close.

When nibbling grubs tickle

And ants race through your feet—

When horses,

Cows, sheep, or lawnmowers

Shear your lush green-ness,

Rejoice that you give life

And cool my

Tired feet.

by Marilyn, April 1, 2014