Rooted Grass


The moon drips its light
through the oak tree
in a candle path across my toes.

Entranced by the mystic glow
I imagine myself rooted grass
claiming my piece of earth.

Taking in each moment I share
with tonight I leave all thoughts
of tomorrow on the distant horizon.

Skin mottled by shadows
I stand as a soldier protecting
dreams from reality’s artillery.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

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Comments

Magaly Guerrero said…
I could dance to that first stanza...
December 22, 2014 at 3:48 PM
Susie Swanson said…
So beautiful. Merry Christmas to you and your family.
December 22, 2014 at 5:21 PM
Grace said…
I felt peaceful claiming my piece of earth ~

Wishing you Merry Christmas Susie ~
December 22, 2014 at 7:42 PM
colleen said…
I love the moon making a candle path ... and without the wax clean up.
December 22, 2014 at 11:01 PM
Vandana Sharma said…
Ah! such soothing in this. Really , we all try to protect our dreams for reality for both are different realms altogether.
December 22, 2014 at 11:04 PM
Anonymous said…
A wonderful identification of the poet's voice with the green nurturing world. Standing up for it as a true citizen.
December 23, 2014 at 4:03 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
This sounds like such a peaceful moment!

Merry Christmas, Susie.
December 23, 2014 at 6:21 AM
Justin Lamb said…
This is a great moment of relishing the peace of the night without rushing on to tomorrow's problems.
December 23, 2014 at 5:49 PM
Sweeper of Dreams said…
That last stanza flooded my brain with swirls of those moments when dreams and waking mix. Beautiful.
December 26, 2014 at 11:24 PM
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