I hate mowing grass,
 
so it’s the very last chore
 
on my to-do list.

 
 
 

A crack in the fence—
 
I can see the grass has died
 
in my neighbor’s yard.

 
 
 

Every blade of grass
 
lifts up an alleluia
 
to the winter rain.

 
 
 

The tea in my cup
 
is turning cold too quickly—
 
first frost on the grass.

 
 
 

Autumn afternoon—
 
a dog leaves a yellow stain
 
on some browning grass.

 
 
 

ravenous mower
 
gobbles up every grass blade
 
in my neighbor’s yard

 
 
 

Six days past Easter
 
my plum tree drops its blossoms—
 
snowflakes in the grass.

Scanning

 
 

first days of autumn—
 
scanning the meadow grasses
 
for some sign of frost

Morning

 
 
 

grass and strawberries—
 
another morning ripens
 
in the neighbor’s yard

Laughter

 
 
 

grass and scented weeds
 
cradling the children’s laughter
 
autumn afternoon