Green: A Spring Poem

After shooing a robin out of our porch, I saw the fresh green sprouts of day lilies, so it’s time for my spring poem to appear again.


 Green has finally come
Sweet-water scent of life
Cool, tender reeds on sandaled feet
Green brings birds
Chirps, twitters, warbles, whistles, clicks, streams
Masked by leaves, hidden among trees
Song from everywhere and nowhere
Green wild prairie grass
Untamed spirit of growth
New emerald spires piercing
Through the brown blanket of last year.
On graveled path, old railway tracks
Breeze through trees whispers
“Come, walk my shade and relax.”
Slight breeze, quaking jewels
Spinning, vibrant leaves of youth
Green has finally come