adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Saw Grass Day, a song

Saw Grass Day
Dragonflies hover
above the sea of grass;
glitter in the sun,
bits of colored glass.
Watch them dart and dance
with an ageless grace;
dragonflies of morning,
wings of silver lace.


So I greet another saw grass day
and in its turn, it will pass away;
dragonfly and I beneath the Florida sky,
time will bring another saw grass day.


Golden haze beneath
deep blue cloudless sky;
swallowtail kite
gliding on high.
Shadowed in the cattails,
great blue heron wades;
wind waves whispering
across the Everglades.


So I greet another saw grass day
and in its turn, it will pass away;
heron and I beneath the Florida sky,
God will bring another saw grass day.


Mist clings to the hammocks,
barred owl calls her last;
dawn is on the Glades,
as in ages past.
Morning air is humming
like a thing alive;
it’s good to see another
saw grass day arrive.


So I greet another saw grass day
and in its turn, it will pass away;
dragonfly and I beneath the Florida sky,
life will bring another saw grass day.


Stephen Brooke ©2016

This would be a song I wrote Sunday morning while sitting at my campsite at the Will McLean Festival, waiting for everyone else to wake up (I keep farmer’s hours, more or less). I’m doing it as sort of a bossa/jazz thing right now but that can always change. 

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