Being as thought a blade of grass,
blowing, bending, twisting
to fit into the thatch of lawn
yet really not fitting at all
one blade alone in field of green.
Being as though a leaf in autumn,
falling free, gently, gliding
towards others gone before
excited to be joining them
somehow too colorful to blend.
Being as though fire hot as scorching sun,
setting, lighting ablaze, igniting
creating joy and fear at once
warming some, enflaming others
too hot to touch for very long.
Being as though summers cooling rain,
quenching thirst, feeding, giving
bringing relief and aggravating too
everyone is at first glad in its arrival
yet equally pleased it passed away.
Karen Quinn 2013