A gift in the fog

I smelled grass this morning

Maybe not new green grass

But the type of grass that

Has laid buried for months

Underneath layers of winter,

Now a light brown ground cover

That with the morning fog’s

Tiny drops of water rising

Pulls my memory back

To my childhood years

And playing in the hay

While the rain falls outside the barn.

 

As the train continues its way

Into the big busy city

I smile back at the sun

Thankful for a new day

And the little surprise

It had in store for me this morning,

A gift that I can carry with me

Until my train returns once more

To the country side

Where I belong.

 

For more great country and nature shots see: http://loudounlandscapes.com/pastoral/2006_01_01_loudounlandscapes_archive.html 

~ by spasmicallyperfect on March 27, 2007.