Blades of Cascade

Sonoran Bard

BLADES OF CASCADE

 

I allow my eyes to follow the rolling hills until the last one

I can’t see clear enough to see them meet the sky

But, I try anyway.

 

The soil patiently holds each blade of grass in place

As the wind cuts through and multiplies

I know it’s not all real.

 

I turn around to see the ocean and hear its roar

I never got bored of the crashing waves

Or the mist from them.

 

I miss being under the shade trees’ day-long spell

Lured into the quiet, dark observance

Until sunsets fire.

 

A day dream.

A memory.

An escape from the screens that await my eyes as I open them back up.

  • Author: Sonoran Bard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2022 17:11
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Rainbow

    Nice poem

  • L. B. Mek

    simply beautiful!
    thanks for sharing



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