Thoughts In Death – September 20, 2019

I can’t help, but

See her in the grasses

On bended knee amongst the cattails.

Deep in her prairie

Where she went to be.


The awe of what’s invisible

Content on rising,

Always in the east.


Each and every

Passing moment

Wasting away.


She sits alone

Hands pressed against her chest

Swaying with the grasses.