Cattails

Tall brown spikes on green stalks.
Herd plants, unlike their namesake
stand together, day after day.

Under hot sun, wind and occasional hail
bake into velvet texture
slowly stretch until they burst.

Brown-flecked white fluff stands on end
like the cat, suddenly shocked
sensing threat nearby.

A thresher looms its blades
and they scatter in the wind
seeding their next generation.

6 thoughts on “Cattails

  1. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb June 30, 2015 / 9:13 pm

    So very beautiful. Brings back a lot of memories.

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    • lillian June 30, 2015 / 10:10 pm

      Thanks so much. I loved living in the country….it was many years ago.

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      • BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb June 30, 2015 / 10:21 pm

        Certainly different from city life.

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      • lillian June 30, 2015 / 10:26 pm

        Ah yes. Those were the days of huge gardens, canning beets, stewed tomatoes, catsup, pickles; and freezing apple pies and zucchini bread…sewing clothes for our kids, and hanging cloth diapers out on the line to dry and bleach in the Iowa sun! Loved every minute of it!! But – love this rejuvenated life too – and Boston is a wonderful small big city!

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  2. hlhivy June 30, 2015 / 10:30 pm

    Cattails always seemed to belong to another world somehow. I love your depiction.

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    • lillian June 30, 2015 / 10:45 pm

      Yes, they do seem to exist in another world……just like cats! đŸ™‚ Glad you liked it.

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