The Green Whisper

Ice has melted and wintertime is gone Green is the evening and greener the dawn It is the festival of green sounds my dear It is now spring in the sunny green air Green much more intense and in sheen As it is in love with your look evergreen Outside my window green mangoes sway Emitting a green scent to drive grief away Thrush and skylark in the jasmine bush From green to our ego a pleasant push Green little whispers very close to you Laughter in my tears around your dew White and grey hair I don’t count much What matters is your green sight and touch Green spring poems are waiting in my lips To set off for you lovely green ships Under the green shade of banyan tree In your green voice murmurs the sea Saint Patrick’s Day on March seventeen Deep green Shamrock and apparel green Your dance on highway and songs in lane Let’s enjoy my dear, it’s green again _______________________________________ March 18, 2016