It’s a year of long grass –
seed heads at face height sometimes,
clover our feet disappear in,
visually soft, full of many colors
within the green

It’s a year of eager growth
encouraged by forgiveness  –
something within rising continually up,
touching the softness,
reaching into it

Everything has been washed clean.
We, too, can feel it,
we, too, discover flowers
that may not have bloomed
(at least not like this)
for many years.
We offer our fields as gift,
as mystery, as thanks.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2022