The Flowering Autumn Grasses – Brad Hunter

The flowering autumn grasses

Now bending at the blessing of wind—

Nearly prostrations on the earth.

 

And now, springing upright,

Golden heads radiant in beams

Of November sun.

 

When the heart is warm with kindness

Its light illuminates everything.

Words by Brad Hunter

Image used with the kind permission of Fi O’Neill

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