28 March – Grass portal

Nothing is like the smell of fresh-mown grass,
caught unexpected in the air as you pass,
breaking through the present with a thousand memories
of playing fields and picnics and grassy, bare knees.
Up and down the dale, mowers join birds in chorus
as the weather makes cutting-time decisions for us.
But to get that particular, cut grass high,
it’s still always a case of right place, right time.
Today, I am lucky for the first day this year
and sure enough every Summer yesterday swiftly re-appears.

28 March - Grass portal