“In nature death and decay are as necessary – are, one may almost say, as lively – as life; and so nothing is wasted.” Wendell Berry
The Beauty Of Dry Grass The furthest bounds of the garden are covered in pale, dry, crackling grass and a confetti of redgum leaves that crunch underfoot, the soil, hardly a soil, just dry sand rising as dust with each step, a place of no life all transformed in an instant of rain, gone the smell of dryness, now a cloy of musty, rich damp smells, the sand now sticking to my shoes, soaked grass darkening, collapsing to the ground, and as I pierce the earth and turn the soil, capturing all this beautiful dry life, I rejoice in how nature gifts itself with life, that every death is a becoming. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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So true….and so well said, Paul.
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Thank you so much Sandy
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My pleasure.
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An inspiring poem, Paul. My gardening days are over, but your poem allows me to enjoy gardening vicariously! Thank you! ❤
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My pleasure Cheryl, there’s something about gardening, even the precious memories.
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Love grasses, love the words
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Thank you very much Cheryl
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True.
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Thank you Rupali 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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Gardening always made me appreciate how beautifully nature renews herself.
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Yes, there’s an intimacy of the life cycle in gardening, wonderful stuff. Thank you very much for sharing chris.
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I love this evocative poem. There is so much said in the last line … it reads hope, certainty, anticipation and wonder, for me.
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You know this poem well Dawn, thank you so much for sharing how it was for you, yes, hope.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks for the reblog
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I particularly enjoyed the sensory imagery in this poem because I’ve not experienced nature in your part of the world.
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It is so dry here from November to beginning of June I can here the trees crying for rain, it sure gets crackly, thank you for sharing that insight Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul
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Beautiful – I so resonate with this amazing poem
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