Grasses

On solstice day I wander through the field 
And marvel at the meadow-grasses' grace
The Yorkshire fog, the timothy, revealed
In purple hues and golden spikes of lace.

The cocksfoot and the meadow foxtail sway,
In gentle breeze that whispers in my ear.
The pendulous sedge nods along the way,
As if to greet me with a friendly cheer.

The sweet vernal and crested dog's tail shine
With dewdrops that reflect the morning sun,
The common bent and red fescue entwine
And form a carpet soft to tread upon.

But soon the clouds will gather in the skies
And wash away this vision from my eyes.
Yorkshire fog on solstice day

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