Poem: "A Breath of Life and Growth"

[ysabetwordsmith]

This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "Smell of Fresh Cut Grass" square in my 8-1-21 card for the Hot Summer Writes Bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette


A Breath of Life and Growth


In spring, the smell
of fresh-cut grass is
the first green thing
to grace the breeze.

It cuts through the mud
and the overbaked scent
of the pavement, a breath
of life and growth again.

The whir and rumble
of the lawnmowers is
suddenly everywhere.

Birds fly down from
the trees to snatch
the cut blades, then
fly back up to begin
building their nests.

Flecks of grass stick
to shoes and pants,
flaking off over time.

Severed dandelion heads
roll down the sidewalk,
chased by the wind.

Every yard is sheared
of its length, clippings
raked into piles to be
made into compost.

Nothing says that
summer is coming like
the smell of fresh-cut grass.

Comments

[acelightning73]

In the John Sebastian song "What A Day For A Daydream", there's the line "It's one of those days for taking a walk outside; I'm blowin' the day to take a walk in the sun, And fall on my face in somebody's new-mowed lawn."

Of course cutting the grass releases clouds of pollen into the air, afflicting some of us with runny noses, sneezing, coughing, running and burning eyes, and other unpleasantness. Why does my immune system believe that grass pollen is going to kill me?