
autumn long shadows
of a tuft of tall grass
etch rocky ground.

autumn long shadows
of a tuft of tall grass
etch rocky ground.

So many hills I have seen
That grow so soft and thick and green.
Though jagged rocks sit down below
The grass and shrubs and weeds that grow
Through cracks and gaps, in mud patches --
Sprawling wide from tight-knit batches
That stone cannot constrain or kill.

something moves
through autumn grass
at water’s edge.