Little things like dead grass
In lockdown, the beauty of little things is more precious
Each day in lockdown I walk on the hill behind my apartment and notice one more beautiful thing. The other day, that beautiful thing was some dead grass. Bring it on!
I may be dead now, trod on by a cow,
but surely you’ve seen , I used to be green!
Your poem is also a little thing of beauty, Peter.
Yes, everything counts.
I’m enjoying your illustrations – I can see how practice is making perfect. They are a joy to behold – well done!
We had our first dandelion. Apparently my husband did not find it a cause to rejoice.
I have been foraging for fresh young dandelion leaves. Delicious in salads, if you like bitter greens. But it has to be the right season.
Too late. They are in the compost bin as we speak(or write.)