Monday, April 11, 2011

outside,
the scent of freshly-cut grass
reminds me
that I'm still the same
inside

7 comments:

  1. nothing to do with anything; always the same inside and sure to get back there- good tanka, Kristin :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. A very nice juxtaposition of images, Kristin. No matter how old we get we are still the same inside...

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  3. So enjoyed this, Kristin,
    Hope life is going wonderfully for you!

    Margie (on my hubby's computer today)

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  4. Ah... that sweet smell of grass... as it has forever been, and as you remain.

    _m

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  5. Glad to hear it, Kristin.I like the way this moves from the outside to the inside.

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  6. A wonderful aroma, that fragrance of freshly cut grass. Well said.

    Adelaide

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