Feast Of Grasses

Feast Of Grasses
by Tricia Pattinson

Thy sickle gathers all that we may feast upon
But nothing of a freshly winnowed star does by grace be present
For however deeply we harvest life with partaking pleasure
The feast is only of the grasses reached and deemed acceptable
So lay the table well, with all the bounty of conformity looking down as always

Author's Note

Feedback and rating much appreciated!

Reviews

[Angad Waraich]

Well this is different.
I like it.
Interesting words, yeah its good.

Well done.
Thank you for sharing.
Angad

[Tricia Pattinson]

Thank you kindly.