Greening Poems - Poems about Greening

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

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

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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 pain, didn't even flinch. Could he be turning into the Grinch? He...

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In the grove of life, where the fields of time were greening with beginnings, I spotted you, the naked shadow, a birth from the depth of the holy nothingness. You crossed its silent threshold, coming with empty hands at dawn, Unveiling yourself of the shroud of non-being, watched over by stars and the moon. You embraced the universe, armed...

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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 landscape in shades of elation. Roots begin to find...

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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 for new dreams? Will she return to me? How I long to...

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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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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 each day, Buds are beginning to swell with anticipation. As I stroll...

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Spring rain came for the sixth day in a row, leprechauns were dancing. Brownies crept out of their mentor’s worm holes to prance along. The fey love April, for she is the greenest month, and green brings grass, leaves, regrowth, rejuvenation, refreshing joy and enthusiasm. Faeries would be along in a week or two, maybe even sooner...

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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 slithers over through the grass at my feet to say...

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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 goodness and pure love, Greening up our sweet meadows per...

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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 a Permaculture Designer and as a hopefully therapeutic more than helplessly threatening...

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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 of Japan Are dwarfed like bottled thunder: Pinus thunbergiana The Christmas Spirit is...

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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 bud burst through surrendered soil. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, 1987...

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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 envision dreams. I think of green, and men who had no time...

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