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.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Grasshopper
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This is quite beautiful. Very nice and strong use of images - I like it.
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