From Vixen's Den-- Grassy Fortitude

Grassy Fortitude


There is grass in me;

An unkind whisper repeats

On the wind on me.

I have a grassy tendency

To lay in the wind

And to wave and wave.

There is grass in me,


A thing like a carpet;

An underfoot thing,

But every inch alive.

I cover things and spread

To cover more and spread

Over defects and dirt

And I grow.

There is grass in me.

And weeds in the grass.


It is green, very green, to me,

To be so grass-full,

Expansive, flexing, bending,

And always changed.