Life With Horace

poetry & essays

stepping onto grass

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a sip of camomile to soften nerves
as though a quiet moment on the porch
observing fire flies punctuate the trees
could travel through cloud rain
to touch a friend
like me a score or so ago
now waiting for the sun
to shiver start the day
mind’s eye reaching for
the girl child of my heart
lace tokening her gaze
unruly brother brought to sudden tears
on catching sight
of unanticipated beauty
tethered by her father’s arm
last moments as the impish girl
who stood upon his feet to waltz
then stepping sure on sea scent grass
to speak her promises
and dance love wrapped
as woman, on her way

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twenty three years on, that lovely day still resonates, the union it produced a loving one. for Lisa.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

2 thoughts on “stepping onto grass

  1. Beautiful imagery through words, Kate. I think we are with Lisa in spirit on this lovely day. ❤

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