The sun flickers as thin clouds drift past. In the otherwise still meadow, one bent head of brome grass is swaying.
brome
February 7, 2013
Chickadees scold something hidden in the treetops. I can’t stop looking at a dried bromegrass leaf—its ornate curlicues against the snow.
January 10, 2011
I study the twists and curlicues of dried brome grass against the snow. If I knew Arabic, I’m sure I’d find some of the 99 names of God.