“Winding her arms close around his neck, she closed her eyes. To be embraced, safe in a man's arms when she had never expected it to happen again, this would be enough.Time sheltered their embrace, enfolding them within a summer scented capsule that felt endless and theirs alone. The fragrance of grass and sunlight and nearby water sweetened each breath. Theirs was the music of birds ans the lazy buzz of insects and the beating of two hearts. Yes, she thought, she didn't need more. This would be enough.” MenNeedsHeartTwoEnoughHappensWould BeEyeFeltWaterArmsSafeSummerBirdBreathsEmbraceExpectedEndlessGrassNecksLazySunlightHer EyesInsectsFragranceEnough TimeBuzzTwo Hearts Author:Maggie Osborne
“Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.” FeelsHeartLittlesHeardGreenNoiseGrassLazySoleBeesJuneCatchingSunnyNoonBrassLagGrasshoppersSummoning Author:Leigh Hunt
“Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.” LoveTryingHeartEyeFacesWaitingSidesLove IsOne DaySpringRootsCleanBlowSeedsFatsGoldenLiftsGrassPoisonGoing AwayWeedDozenBobYardsLeafsGarbageCreepsSprayDandelionsTicklish Author:Louise Erdrich
“Tis easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue-- 'Tis the natural way of living.” WayHeartEasyNaturalSkyBlueGreenBeing TrueGrass Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.” HeartNamesLeftBornWhiteSunFireAirSkyFieldsWindListeningHighestCloudsSnowGrassHonourCentreVividWhite Clouds Author:Stephen Spender