Grass rises

We have pine cones in the fall
And a snow that will quicken

Apple trees for a new October
And we will return to harvest.

Grass defies a gravity on head
We carry in an eight fold path,

Stone upon stone ,in our lives
And our grass rises to the sky.

The grass grows on our heads
Defining gravity and our lives

Defy a gravity shaping them,
Like apple falls define gravity.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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