STANDING STILL

  Snow Blanketed Grass

by Mushroom Montoya

Feeling naked and exposed
Blades of grass shivered in the cold
winter night.

Huddling together, they sang
as distant church bells rang
Out the time.

They sent their tiny voices
Up to Father Sky
Who looked down upon them
from on high.

He inhaled deeply
while strumming his harp,
inviting the snow-filled clouds
To dance.

The slow floating roly-polies
twirled and swirled,
sprinkling intricately carved jewels

Onto the cold and naked
Blades of grass,
Who wove them
into snowflake blankets,

Keeping them warm
enough
To sing songs of gratitude.

Photos by Katjuscha Schwalbe Boehm