the season of grass and dirt.





what was once loam is now powder: 
dust kicked up with each pace up the hill. 






careful advances did not prevent the bruising of green.





compassionate words washed over me.
beneficent words from a boon companion: 
i am allowed my feelings. 
i am allowed my emotional state.



i don't have to be anything i'm not. 





i walk stronger for the grace and mercy allotted me this day.

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Comments

MrsLittleJeans said…
season of grass and dirt- this sounds like too much fun to me! And of course you are allowed to be you, everyone else is and they don't even ask...had they asked I would have loved to tell some of them to be more like you : ) Ha haa...you are so lucky you don't live here in the LA zoo xoxo
June 7, 2011 at 10:43 AM
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