Every Blade of Grass

Every
Blade of grass
In the field
Every
Silver fox
In the field
Saw her tiny
Gold wings
Float gently
Down
Like mother’s
Breath near
The end.
Fresh-fallen
And paper thin.
Inside of itself
It fluttered for
A moment
Magnificent
In its struggle
Then wilted
And lay still.
Thirsty bones
In a roomful
Of flowers.

 

Advertisements

19 thoughts on “Every Blade of Grass

    1. I was reading some college scholarship suggested website for compassion and choices before I wrote this. Btw, I couldn’t bring myself to encourage my 17 year old to write the essay on ending your life with medical aid. Not that I didn’t agree with it, but it was so heavy.

  1. It’s a lovely piece all around, but those last three lines really made it for me. Great job, Angie!

  2. This was beautiful, like mother’s last breath – it stays with you and makes you want only to remember the beauty rather than dwell on the death.

Type your words here:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s