grass clippings
people started cutting their lawns this week
fresh grass clippings, scattering the sidewalk, stick to my soles
i smell spring.
a moment or two away from it all
a chance to remember the joys of warm sun, fresh wind, bright reflections in storefront windows
remembering what it’s like to finally thaw out after hibernation
pushing up, through the ground, stepping out, moving forward
something guides my path as i pace the crowded streets
no destination in mind, simply solitude and solace, a respite
maybe it’s the pulse of the headphones, pumping sound like a heart pumping blood
bass bleeding out the cold air, treble welcoming the bright sun
a song directs me out of the darkness of winter, propelled ahead
one foot ahead of the other, grass clippings becoming one with the cement beneath me
the scent drifts up, reminding my heart of warmer days, songs of summer
i hear it coming.
the smell of grass clippings always gets me excited for the warmer months.
i like the imagery here.
well done.
i don’t think this piece would be as peaceful and serene if i had been walking with you.
those grass clipping would send me sneezing…
well done, seth, well done.