Patch of Grass

Patch of Grass

It’s not much to look at,
worth hardly a glance …
yet this patch of grass
and blackberry brambles
speaks magic,
while, off in the distance,
the sound of the surf
with shore birds aloft,
and, after the fog,
the blue sky above.

I listen
as the breeze
speaks to the trees,
and wonder the message
that it holds for me?
Is it
that fairies exist
way back in the brambles,
or elves dressed in green?
Or is it that goblins and ghosts
hide out in the foliage,
ready to jump out,
to scare and to frighten?

Why was I drawn
to this patch of grass
with blackberry brambles,
and off in the distance,
the sound of the surf,
shore birds aloft,
and, after the fog,
the blue sky above?

You’ll not find it in guidebooks
or colored brochures,
yet this patch of grass
may very well be—
The Goddess’ Garden.

Vi Jones
©February 5, 2006