It's Still Life

Day 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass.

Morning Grass

I’m a long shadow on morning,
staring at the moon tiptoeing
cool as a blossom underwater.

Here I’ll stay in gleaming grass,
in your womb of dew-drip moss,
your green abyss and pastures.

Morning grass, a chalice of dew,
credo to a song that rakes
at my margins,

and here I’ll stay
until I think like morning grass.

Written for The Wildness Challenge Day 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. How does it connect you to the Earth?Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.