Ochre Grasses Ochre grassesWhite patches of snow,Dark, wet branches. I used to be blind To the gray days of winter. Seeing only the lack Of sun. But today I absorbed The muted, silver light As I drove home From the grocery store. Others are Reading Beautiful Bird Restlessness Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Weather the Storm, My Friend Love Ordination II When the Soul Speaks Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 1 + = nine