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 Seven Haikus Alexanders’ Mind Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: What’s Your Name Again? Immediation at the Door Memory Broken Heart Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * × two = 16