“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, June 10, 2013

An Uneasy Balance


lawn mower rumble
lingering scent of cut grass
tidiness restored

whirring weed whacker
landscape principles honored
nature’s wildness trimmed

untrammeled nature
not always a benign force
uneasy balance

4 comments:

Karen said...

Oh, I really don't like lawn mowers! I despise manicured and tamed lawns, much to my neighbour's chagrin! Hubbers makes sure the front lawn is up to neighbourhood standards, but our backyard is wild and wonderful. It's full of weeds, wildflowers, birds, and critters! Nature was never meant to be restricted.

Muffie said...

I remember reading a story where an angel reported to God about the craziness of our cutting, mowing, trimming. Unlike Karen, I DO like a manicured look, though.
Peace,
Muff

Poetic Soul said...

manicured is beautiful and your piece, just as beautiful

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, Muff, and Poetic Soul,

Thank you for your much appreciated comments. I am still in a delicate state from my concussion, worsened by, a rare for me, cold. For a while, poems from my backlog inventory will appear. Hopefully, I'll be able to start writing poems and responding to comments again soon.