Monday, December 31, 2007


by Iola Foxx

I once watched a grasshopper gnaw upon a single blade of summer grass underneath the searing noon sun. He sat and chewed, as if savoring the plant’s vitality. The wind rustled the grass, and for a fleeting moment, they were one.

Winter has fallen. That blade is now imprisoned in frost.

I miss the grasshopper.

1 comment:

Karacan said...

This is quite beautiful. Very nice and strong use of images - I like it.