A Million Tennis Balls
written by: Heath Brougher
In the depths of winter
when the grass dies
unto a faded shade of brown,
I cover my lawn with a million tennis balls
in order to brighten the otherwise drab colors,
in order to brighten it to a hue similar to summer grass
among the thoroughly dense cold drought of fertility currently reigning.
It’s like having a million tiny suns in the front yard.
It’s putting the color back into a world dulled by winter.
Heath Brougher is the Editor-in-Chief of Concrete Mist Press. He received the 2018 Poet of the Year Award. He has spent the past 3 1/2 years editing books and magazines and is ready to jump back into the creative driver seat.
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