Green Kingfisher

Along a shady mangrove through glens of green,
I romp around, the air teasing my  curly hair;
And in a dash , a tiny fowl  softly rattles life’s movements:
Harkening, harkening as its emerald crown bops
Much like the wave of rippled ponds…  and I
gaze at this divinity of nature, her own secrecy.

Lush emerald wings flutter beside me
As if to trade stories of the life we own,
That my feet prance about beneath an olive sky
Gently weaving upon jade grasses on a mound…
This kingfisher warbles along tunes of joy and angst
Until the olive- varnished trees bow to us.

I somehow curtsy wondering how a birdsong’s trill
Can hush the mangrove, the entire glen;
All harkening in noble silence, undefined by night’s pose
 While agate eyes of a kingfisher mirrors my own dreams,
A lady with cilantro feathers tinged with angst and joy
Drooling a canticle of solace… 
as the bird roams far off  into the late, late duskfall.



United Colors: Green, Contest for Silent One
3/ 03/ 2016

birdgreenmysteryfree verse

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