|Sing It Kitteh|
The scent of mown grass woke something in me today.
A Lay on Grass
by Joy Renee
Mowers purr in the scintillating air
skiffing the turf snow-blanketed
The scent of awakenings seeping
into barely cracked car windows
settles on wool
and down-filled wraps, hitching a ride inside
where, harbored in hair it abides
quietude, that sinking moment dream-snared,
to thrum a rapture of rebirth
laying in wait.