What I love in this piece is how quietly it captures that moment when life asks you to choose a direction, even if you’re not ready. The repetition of “move” and “stay” feels like someone talking to themselves, trying to hear what their own heart wants. There’s a softness in the way the options unfold, as if the speaker is giving themselves permission rather than instructions. Nothing is rushed; the poem breathes. And then the shift to grass at the end grounds everything suddenly the choice isn’t abstract anymore, it’s something you can feel under your feet. “Plant new grass or let the grass grow” sounds like a small truth we all forget: sometimes growth happens even when we stand still. The poem holds that tension gently, without judgment. It feels like a quiet February moment when you realise spring is coming whether you move or not. And that makes the whole piece feel tender, honest, and very human.
Amazing photos, Alan. I love your lens on this hour, right down there with the flowers' point of view. O dewy beautiful world! You show how Life is always breaking in, always new again.
Love that first photograph!
Thanks Shital! Right out my front door!
What I love in this piece is how quietly it captures that moment when life asks you to choose a direction, even if you’re not ready. The repetition of “move” and “stay” feels like someone talking to themselves, trying to hear what their own heart wants. There’s a softness in the way the options unfold, as if the speaker is giving themselves permission rather than instructions. Nothing is rushed; the poem breathes. And then the shift to grass at the end grounds everything suddenly the choice isn’t abstract anymore, it’s something you can feel under your feet. “Plant new grass or let the grass grow” sounds like a small truth we all forget: sometimes growth happens even when we stand still. The poem holds that tension gently, without judgment. It feels like a quiet February moment when you realise spring is coming whether you move or not. And that makes the whole piece feel tender, honest, and very human.
A wonderful and sensitive reading, once again. Thank you so much!
It’s 4 degrees F here. So glad your spring is a’foot.
Wow, bundle up, Dian! Here, I hope I’m not speaking too soon. It does feel too good to be true.
Amazing photos, Alan. I love your lens on this hour, right down there with the flowers' point of view. O dewy beautiful world! You show how Life is always breaking in, always new again.
Thanks for noticing the photography, Ann! On my belly for those :)
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Brilliant.
Thank you, Joanne!
Some of both is always nice
Yes, but sometimes one is chosen to avoid the other