Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

Stubble and sleeping on sod that is softened

by the freeze and thaw of the soil.

Green blades and mixed grasses are paths for the ants

And the thatch for the birds building nests

Rosette of the mullein I open to find

A sensuous insect within its soft cupped leaves.

It is spring and I plant my thoughts on paper in a chair

And dream of tornadoes full of flowers.

— Ken Lassman

Ken Lassman is the author of Wild Douglas County and Seasons and Cycles of the Kansas Area Watershed. He also writes a daily column on what’s happening in the natural world for Z’s Divine Espresso in Lawrence, and a monthly column on seasons and cycles for Blue Sky, Green Earth.

Comments on: "62. Stubble and Sleeping" (1)

  1. One of my favorite poems.

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