Ochre Grasses Ochre grassesWhite patches of snow,Dark, wet branches. I used to be blind To the gray days of winter. Seeing only the lack Of sun. But today I absorbed The muted, silver light As I drove home From the grocery store. Others are Reading Untitled Poem 5 The Vastness of the Sky Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: A Picture Book Story for Children: Dora’s Birthday Sacred TV Trivia Quiz, Past and Present What Does it Mean to Be Normal? Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 9 − = three