GOD PAINTS THE GROUND 

WITH BOTH SNOW AND GRASS 

Poem for Today -  February 27, 2014
Black History Month

Quatrains

1

Brushes and paints are all I have

To speak the music in my soul—

While silently there laughs at me

A copper jar beside a pale green bowl.

2

How strange that grass should sing—

Grass is so still a thing ...

And strange the swift surprise of snow

So soft it falls and slow.

© Gwendolyn Bennett