Best Greening Poems

You Texas Cuspidata!
Not you, and not a curse:
Taxus cuspidata, for Japanese Yew!

So, don’t confuse a plant with the Ibex
Ilex serrata – that’s Christmas Holly
Or Japanese Winterberry

Butterflies, butternuts, a Buttinsky?
Shut your eyes, it’s Conocarpus erectus
(Pastor here is only saying "Buttonwood" in Latin)

Meanwhile in nature, the pines...

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Earth and environment preserved for us,
all bountiful and all lush.
Very pristine, pure and clean,
Clear blue sky and lands jade green.

Languid wings of breeze used to carry,
Scents  of flora and fauna fondly and airy.
Sweet melodies of streams and brooks flowing,
In the sky above, the rainbow,...

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path through greening hills
raptor glides on silent wing-
smoke plume in distance


for the Nature contest...

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Permaculturists,
like Taoists
and Buddhists
and Hindus, etc.
Consider neighbors
extended and respected family,
ZeroZone Kin,
regardless of zone status
near or far,
regardless of species,
regardless of living
or gone
or not yet arrived.

Dear Neighbors,

I make no proud claims
of embracing a GREEN lifestyle,
making green integrity choices,
No claims of wise and sacred ecology
or even GREEN party membership.

Yet,
as...

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Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few.  Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.

seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens

The passing of a legacy from one generation to the next
begins to paint the...

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The copper, silver chimes are cling-a-ding-ing.  
The red cardinals, wrens, and sparrows are singing.
Greening faster than I can type, the woods are alive and witty.
We are all loving the bright, vivid, fresh newest green color so pretty.
A tiny black and red striped garter snake...

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Come, gentle Spring,
into my winter heart
long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
hidden in the dormant sod;
charm her from frigid grave
with sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
and ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
love's tender greening...

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Aquamarine magic glistens across the lake on a moon song promise,
Mystical entities flitting past whispery diamond mountains, clean yet soft.
Potential supremeness and majesty rising up in supreme delight.
Faeries gliding gently playfully, throughout the warming of the soft young night.
Playfully, yet with fully authorized intentions of...

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I think of green,
and of a nation's spring
worn in by evenings
when the summer's war
marked birth in dripping red,
and autumn's amber grief
grew dry in sighing.

Then winter sagged in its own weariness;
gray breath lay heavily upon the snow,
and time, impounded in its gelid womb--
solidified and comatose,
could not...

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The meadow is greening, a little each day
Buds are beginning to swell with anticipation,
Small, furry creatures are appearing to play
The meadow is greening, a little each day.
Soon the larkspur will appear in full array,
As I stroll through with fond admiration
The meadow is greening, a little...

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Spent a day with my ex this Christmas season.
Both his hands were now green so I asked,
"what's the reason?"
Was he painting, a project, and they didn't come clean?
His pigment was tinted in a mossy green.
I touched a hand, pulled the skin, gently pinched.
He showed no...

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Frigid streams melting
Daffodils unfurl in blooms
Earth savors the warmth
I am filled with pure delight
during the greening of Spring 


March 6th, 2022
Springtime Beauty Tanka Contest
Offered by M. L. Kiser
checked with howmanysyllables...

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Top of the mountain
Covered with fog and thick clouds
Besides are greening....

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The Earth is greening
Just looking at the rice field
Already happy....

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“Springtime” 
The dark days of winter have passed
The snow gone at last.  
The cold, a memory forborne.

As the Earth awakens 
Will the meadows turn green?
Will the bluebirds sing?	 
Will the mission bells ring?   	 
Will the cherry trees bloom?
Will mankind repent,
Make way...

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