Three Months
Nov. 3rd, 2013 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spirithorse21Nov. 3. I haven't actually been writing the last three days, but I worked a little nugget of an idea over in my head all the way home today. I'm not crazy about the title, but everything else is just about right.
The Last Quarter
It was the kind of day you
would have loved—
the sky blazing blue, stripped
naked of its clouds;
the sun working early
to free the grass
from a hard and heavy frost,
leaving the green blades
surprisingly sugary and juicy
for this early November day.
You would have stepped
from the shadows
and paused
to soak up the sun’s warmth
and then trotted along
beside me, polite
and collected, but eager
to be free in that field
cutting the grass close
to the ground and munching,
content,
and at ease.
The Last Quarter
It was the kind of day you
would have loved—
the sky blazing blue, stripped
naked of its clouds;
the sun working early
to free the grass
from a hard and heavy frost,
leaving the green blades
surprisingly sugary and juicy
for this early November day.
You would have stepped
from the shadows
and paused
to soak up the sun’s warmth
and then trotted along
beside me, polite
and collected, but eager
to be free in that field
cutting the grass close
to the ground and munching,
content,
and at ease.
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