Grass

I feel the silkiness of its fleeting touch upon my bare exposed feet. My linen skirt swishing around my ankles just teasingly brushing its surface. A straw hat is perched upon my auburn hair a living connection to the earth. I place my chequered rug (as it invited me to do) upon its textured skin creating a perfect square of intimate darkness. Folding myself into its sweet scented fragrance I allow it to become part of me, a channel for my thoughts. Taking out my pen and trusty notebook I begin to write…… Grass I feel the silkiness ……