The Grass Isn't Greener

A Poem

Photo by sara hernández on Unsplash

Right now, it’s winter

The grass is largely dead

Surely there’s green grass

Any other place

But is it greener

Than what’s temporarily dead here?

Sometimes

We’re tricked into thinking so

It’s easy to marvel

At someone else’s yard

So neat

So deep green

The mulch

The treatments

The care they take to

Make it seemingly look perfect

And for a time

You think it is perfect

No one’s grass

Could possibly be better

And then, you look

To your own yard

And think

Maybe it’s not so bad

After all

It is winter

And come spring

You start caring for it again

This time

You have a plan

To take better care

Of your own yard

Water it.

Edge it.

Maybe a little mulch

Some real TLC

Sometimes it's hard

Tending to your own yard

Because other yards

Look much prettier

But you put the work in

Give it the love it needs

And then maybe, one day

Your own grass will be greener