Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Grass (number 3)

I wade deeper into the deep.
The scent of water is just over the horizon.
I am only half a person in the tall grass.
I am hiding in between the quiet blades
that sing their whispers to the wind...
"She's coming! She's coming!"

1 comment:

~**Dawn**~ said...

Oh! The path photo! It's like the beginning of a story or an open-ended sentence that leaves the viewer to fill in the rest of the story. Very nicely done.