Connie Gildersleeve Poet Free verse

Green Is

Green is spring's renewal and rebirth.
The indication that things will bloom. 
The love of a gardener with a green thumb,
Or green envy for those with brown who think
Grass is always greener on the other side.

Green is the combination of yellow and blue.
It's the color of inspiration and growth.
If I keep a four-leaf clover in my heart
Will the spring songbirds sing?

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Andrea Dietrich February 24, 2013 at 12:53 AM I just adored that second stanza. The whole poem though is delightful, Connie. how interesting you are a twin. Are you much the same? and is your twin nearby? Connie Gildersleeve February 24, 2013 at 11:22 AM Not too many people could tell us a part when we were young, but in our golden years there's a different in size of shape, but our voices are still one of the same. She live about an hour away, but we talk a couple times a week. She's jokes around a lot. I'm more serious. Thanks for your lovely comment. Connie

Donna Jones February 23, 2013 at 7:41 PM Great green good luck! :-) Connie Gildersleeve February 24, 2013 at 11:22 AM Thanks Donna for your comment. Much appreciated. Connie

Russell Sivey February 23, 2013 at 6:16 PM Yes the spring songbirds will surely sing, and will such joy too! I loved reading your creative green inspired poem this evening! What a delightful piece, you've written a lovely poem, Great Work!! Connie Gildersleeve February 24, 2013 at 11:23 AM Thank you Russell for your delightful comment. Warm Smiles, Connie

Eileen Manassian February 23, 2013 at 4:34 PM How awesome and melodic! I loved it, Connie! Hope the birds keep singing for you! Have a great weekend. Thanks for your visits to my work! Connie Gildersleeve February 24, 2013 at 11:25 AM Just waiting for the earth to become green. Too much snow and cold for the songbirds to sing. I can't wait for spring. Thanks for your comment. Warm Smiles, Connie