Mowing

What’s sure and cold reaps
excess fallen before its blade.
What’s shorn gives off the scent
of green— cut grass, tumble of weeds,
sharp tang of dandelion leaves.
What lies in twists among the rocks
serves tinder to the flame.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Remnant.

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