here’s my late night take. i imagine these heads of timothy grass as firework sparklers, i can envision the half-spent heads as those that didn’t burn completely. they left some of their combustion in reserve, and they ended looking a little ragged and the worse for wear. but the bare sparkler in the foreground burned bright, without holding back, and he reached winter elegantly spent. i like him.

timothy grass in winter

rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota