This page forms part of "The Ren of Beacon Hill"
Even the Blades
blades of grass
are stilled, in the dew
this summer morning
This morning I walked barefoot in the dew covered grass of my lawn.
It's early and I can feel a wet coolness around my ankles.
The air is still, the sun already bright, warm.
I hang my wife's underwear
up close next to mine
I look out
night. She's got a slight haze about her. The kind of haze that lets you know that
it's going to be a great summer's day.
From the corner of my eye:
a pair of pied wagtails
pick off early rising flies
30th July 2000
British Summer Time