Sunday, November 15, 2015

Pink Grasses

After the rain, a veil of delicate grasses draped themselves over the heads of bloomed-out coneflowers. Bereft of their petals, they stood like glamorous women wearing evening gowns of pink gauze, sparkling with raindrops. It was beautiful and mysterious, but also spooky and slightly ominous, like a spider web or the scarier, sturdier webs of bagworms that sometimes cling to unfortunate trees. Soon the sun would banish the raindrops. Winter will fell the grasses. Such fragile beauty is, by nature, an ephemeral thing to be enjoyed in the moment.