I love this August grass
Just the way it is
Short and dry
Tied up with the baling twine
When I post a poem, I always put “a poem” in the title as a warning for those who would rather skip reading my first-of-the-morning musings.
August grass where I live doesn’t really get “short and dry” until later in the month, but I thought an August poem was an appropriate way to start the month.