I woke up this morning with another ee cummings poem running through my head.

God forbid I be beaten by a Golden Shovel! I set out to write another one with ee cummings as my inspiration.

scent of mown hay —i
close my eyes, drink it in, thank
-ful for smells and You
who give us senses.  O God,
I am filled with longing for
more of You and most 
of all just grateful for this
moment. amazing