Jewels in the Grass
When Daddy Taught Me to See
“Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun.” Ecclesiastes 11:7
On a Saturday morning, early
He yelled from the yard for Momma to go outside.
I was eight, maybe ten, and washing last night’s supper dishes.
Thinking some tool was lost or broken,
I hurried to get the kitchen clean
So Momma could cook breakfast for six when they returned.
“Patsy, come out here,” he called.
I saw them both, kneeling on the grass near a pecan tree,
staring at something I couldn’t see.
“Quick, Patsy. Come! Look!
They’ll be gone soon. Jewels in the grass.”
Crawling on hands and knees, I saw.
Sunlight slanted through the tree branches,
lighting the dewdrops in the grass.
*Haiku born from that experience:
Light of morning sun
Slants through leaves to dew-drenched ground
Jewels in the grass.