Planting Grass

He spread the seeds across the soil with care,

the way the rain sets moisture down just where

it needs to be. He worked in quietness

and solitude. He sent his thoughts to bless

the seeds, and sent his silence as a quilt

around them. Then he felt the world tilt

toward happiness, and then a lovely sheen

of gladness spread inside him, soft and green.


-Hamilton Salsich II


I am a retired teacher. For about 40 years, throughout my teaching career, I have been writing poetry and short fiction, but only recently, in retirement, have I found the time to start submitting my work for publication. I am a husband, father, grandfather, bicycle rider, kayaker, and juggler. Thanks for considering these poems.