Cottongrass

IMG_1927

 

Cottongrass

 

When the fifth season comes

dressed in flames 

and smoke

 

the cottongrass bloom,

wild heads waving

like umbrellas.

 

Have you seen them? 

They think of nothing

else 

 

as if each stem were a

prayer

 

their damp feet,

believers 

 

tirelessly searching the

shrinking swamps

 

for the earthen spines

of stones

 

that like hymnals,

crack open

 

spilling a light that

still hums

 

of the sea.

2 thoughts on “Cottongrass

Leave a Reply

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 )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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 )

Connecting to %s