
(Green as seen through a scrim of still-leafless Sweet Shrub)
In response to my appeal for poems that sound like "green," (on my Laureate's Lasso blogI received only one! Where are you, spring-crazed poets? You are supposed to be out smelling the first green, inhaling the sunshine, listening to the tree frogs and letting your imagination fill up to the brim! Send me some poems!
Thank you, Diane. This is a lovely poem, and as I told you in my comments, I particularly like "The days stretch, the nights shrink." I wish I knew more about you. Your students are fortunate to have you as their teacher.
Diane, Teacher said...
As I stood on my porch at sunset today, I could hear the "sound of green".
Tree frogs sing
Crickets cheep
Pink fingers of sunshine stream along the horizon
The days stretch, the nights shrink
Nature’s music reveals
Spring is here!

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If I would have seen your call for poems I would have surely sent in my ode to green. Going through my work I found a poem I wrote last year on the first day of spring.
Ode to March
Oh you great, wet thing!
Vast as a mountain
Lithe and lean, carried by the wind.
How will you, with all your promises
Fulfill them?
Push out the green of bulbs, the buds, the birds!
For today, the very first
You’ve covered me in fog.
Made me a soggy thing of little worth
Mindy Evans
Mindy, I have never, ever read a spring poem that begins --or ends--like this one. And I love "push out the green of blubs, the buds, the birds." What an image of birthing! Thank you.
Happy Spring Equinox, Mindy & Kay & All (one day late but still) -
i also missed the call for green poems but i have a dogwood rant-poem in progress that you can have for cheap (yukyuk). Meanwhile, i am obsessed with green *jewelry* - jade rings in simple silver settings, and varieted green mother of pearl necklaces and another soft green stone whose name i don't know . . .
Hugs.
diosa, cabbage sistah, always fab to see you here, but even better in person! Do send the dogwood rant. Green mother of pearl? Surely there's a poem in that? Jade, I love that word. Just love green/verde generally.
Why not make up a name for that soft green stone?
Something fitting, something only you pull out of your green imagination!
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