Greening Poems

Greening

Greening

Reclaimed Brown
Intrepid Smog
As Dust Absorbs
A Reckless Past
Aged & Rotted
Vintage Sour...

Germ-i-nation.

With New Arousals' 
Fragrant Lust
Overheating On
Shimmering Lemon 
Breath To Wet &
Tender Birth.

-Gray Squirrel

06-02-2025

Greening Earth

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

Greening View

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

The greening of my ex

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 rolled up one pant leg and revealed a green knee
and said, "well, it's really not bothering me".
Attempting to hide my growing alarm, I said,
"better see your doctor, some thing is wrong."
A few days later he and his Doctor did meet.
It turned out to be dye from new unwashed
green sheets.

Generations Greening

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 their comfort zone.  It’s a new season as Earth begins her greening.

tiny verdigris
tendrils grasp
terra-forma

Nature's gifts fill my senses with spiritual flow.

on the winds
scent of magnolia
soul uplifted





2-18-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh

Springtime

“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 see 
The dark winter of war
Be gone.
The cherry blossoms  
Dress the DC mall.
The swallows return to 
San Juan Capistrano.

How I long to see 
The newness of it all,
The birth of a lamb,
The budding of trees,
The greening of grass.
  
It is time to seed the earth,
To shake a neighbor’s hand, 
To repair the hearts and land.

Let it rain spring 
Across this land and 
In its many hearts.

The Meadows are greening.
The Bluebirds are singing.
The Mission bells are ringing.
The Cherry trees are blooming.
It is indeed a time to celebrate.  
It is indeed a time to reflect and repair.

She returns to me 
She will return indeed 				
To the many in need. 					3/23/2022

The Greening of Spring

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

The Meadow Is Greening

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 through with fond admiration
The meadow is greening, a little each day
Soon the larkspur will appear in full array,
Small, furry creatures are appearing to play
Buds are beginning to swell with anticipation
I cannot conceive of a more lovely location.

written February 22, 2022
[a Trionet, fusion of the repeated lines
of a triolet with the 14-lines of a sonnet,
a poetry form I invented.]

Greening of April

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 
if the rain kept up. They always flitted up to the marigolds 
The meadow was greening up marvelously and nicely. 
Daffodils were the first to show their vibrant blossoms.

Smiles sprung out of winter faces. Flutes and guitars came out.
The little people had an impromptu hoe-down, dancing and singing.
The grass began greening up in its most vibrant way.
The atmosphere felt fresh and new. It was spring – finally!

The lilac buds sprouted out and smiled at the merry making.
Smooth red and yellow tulips came dancing into the fray. 
The ruffled marigolds would be about in their own time.
In the meantime, we all danced in honor of the greening of April.

Greening of the Spring

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 “Howdy-do.”  
I give her blessings, then sit back and enjoy the sun, and the
gentle waving of the grass, anew.
If there was ever a better day, I do believe it at all.
I listen to the triumphantly happy birds, chirp, whistle, and call.

The Greening Magic

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 the doting Father observing above.

A twig-like snap changes us, and we are comfortably silent and still.  
The greening magic halts in honor of the lone doe at the top of the hill.
Like magic, we all begin again, slowly, methodically, in pure harmony.
Greening up the meadow with our spiritual love and hopeful moon driven dreams,
Meticulously, careful not to smear the glistening colors, so as to be 
All in synch with the glorious nature of Mother Earth God.

Bonsai: the Greening Oriental Art

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 perennial in China (?)
Schinus terebinthifolius
(Again, Latin for another plant:  Christmasberry)

Try to bonsai gladly;
A creeper in your home or villa;
Haha! Bourgainvillea glabra

My dad called this beauty, Pride of India!
Myrtle set me right, but India won at the end:
Laegerstroemia indica

Neighbors, boyhood buddies, international relations?
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry? No plant connection:
Just Hackberry named Celtis sinensis

(c) Modified 20170417, Deo. This poem was previously published in my book in 2005 (UnAmerican Education: Poetry and Politics, by Red Lead Press)

Love's Tender Greening Bud

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

Greening Time

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 to think of it.
No time to plan, 
or plough or plant green fields
upon a blackened earth,
for then it was
that death romanced too well.

Retire the colors.
While my voice will revel
in the song of victory,
I still would think
of Reich and greening time--*
still carry in this aging shell
a lust for peace,
for justice,
for humanity.
             ~
*Ref. to Charles Reich's book
in the 70's, "The Greening of America"

Path Through Greening Hills Haiku

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


for the Nature contest

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