ODE TO GRASS poem

Ode to Grass

On my way from TO to Montreal
every blade of grass an
Epiphany---a shade of green
emerald across the landscape
creeping around willows filling
in the runs with long blades
pricking the air around its presence.

Like a beard of Irish green
it protrudes from the ground
between the roots of fame
creeping in all directions
a revolution of silence

until all at once the wind
motions it forward as a
great army of direction
sweeping tall and strong
covering bloating the land

and I am the receiver of
this great mass of meaning.
I watch transfixed where once
the land was covered in white crystals.

© 2008 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

Published Feb 15, 2009
Short Story Library
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