Grassland

If you look closely enough the windows come alive

with lights that burned out long ago

and for a moment the night sky shines like midday

The dead beneath it hum tunes

rambling toward this vision’s edge

and when they fall they will carry the stars with them

black curtains once more a cloak on the face of night

The grasses will bend and sway and take a bow

in tribute to their final passing

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels

11 thoughts on “Grassland”

  1. Love this poem Mitchel. I am part of a bush poets’ group in my home town in Australia. Some of us love to recite, sing or write poetry that reflects where we live or go off on a tangent sometimes! We are currently working on a collection for a book featuring local poets. Two weeks ago we did a spot of busking at a bush fair to raise some funds. Many thanks for liking my blog post today. Look forward to reading more of your work.

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