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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Blades of Grass Series #1

the blades of grass

whisper their hellos 

and drink in the morning mist

thirsting for every bit of life

before the demise of the summer warmth 

as the long quiet of winter ensues…

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Blades of Grass Series #2

“…I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is  sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.”  MY ANTONIA by Willa Cather, P.18, c.1918

the waves of dried grass

drink in the cloudburst of rain

for far too long they have endured the heat of the sun’s rays

for far too long the blades reached out in a tall, stately stature

waiting on command for recognition of their need

when, at last, the rain drops quenched their thirst

giving them strength to go green again

and live in hope

it took patience and strength to wait

it took patience and strength not to allow itself burn in rage

it took patience and strength to open itself to possibilities

the grass did for itself what it could

extending its roots down into the soil and  drawing the droplets upward

the grass stood its ground

and did not leave for vacation

perhaps it was the solidarity of the blade formation that gave it strength

what gives nature the resilience to grow again and again?

“Clouds of Flight” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, near Palmyra, WI. Sept. 12, 2015

fireflies are whimsically dancing

over the purple clover fields

as the sun pulls its cover up over itself

to settle in for the night on the mountain shelves

“Delicate Growth–Alberta Wildflowers”
Photo Credit:
Jane H. Johann
August, 2014.Copyright
©Jane H. Johann

WELCOME Pat from the WordPress site, https://rvpatlivingyoung.com.  She is new to WordPress and hails from Texas.  Below is her profound piece of writing, “An Anniversary Message.”  

Please direct likes and comments to Pat on her site:  https://rvpatlivingyoung.com/2016/06/06/132/

As the winds of fortune blew one day,

a seed was deigned to come my way

That seed I planted long ago,

loved and tended; it did grow

Never bound by fear nor shell,

that tiny seed did grow and swell.

It’s roots anchored in my heart,

bearing fruit right from the start.

Love and trust still freely gives,

some have died; yet this one lives.

The beauty of this special seed,

shall not be marred by reckless weed.

Although caring for all the rest,

this seed..the one I love the best.

c. 2016, Pat Prieb

Source: An Anniversary Message…

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
“Snow Moon Night”

sometimes dark doesn’t move

we are deep within it

yet even in the cloud of black

we find beauty and strength

because Goodness greater than ourselves is holding us gently

venture out from the comfort zone

open yourself to the wounds of others

walking lightly upon Mother Earth

gently holding others tenderly

as your  delicate souls meet

be not afraid of what you do not know

if you seek love, and are pure in your intention…

love will find its way through the chambers of your heart

yes…there may be pulls and questions along the way

there may be thickets one must muster through

bruises of egos felt…letting go of false assumptions

about yourself…and the other

are you willing to take the risk?

are you willing to let your heart be broken?

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