Cut Grass by Philip Larkin
Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.
I love the mood of this one. This makes you want to kick back sitting outside on the deck with a glass of iced tea in your hand and breathe in summer.
ReplyDeleteLovely. And what a gorgeous photo!
ReplyDeleteThanks Daisy, it's appropriate, I think because of the feeling of spring arriving. Glad you like it Jayne.
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