He's a visual fusion of forest and inner flame,
A radiant pulse of abundance,
Clad in crafted clothing of galore,
Stitched in autumn tones from folklore.
He wears leaves of distinction, orange embers,
Yellow citrine, and emerald green.
He nurtures the woodlands in newborn sunrays
That fall through the morning haze,
Striking the heart where his roots belong,
Enhancing the mind with crystal clear gleam.
Twinkling truths highlight his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Saged in spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprites,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breath in breeze
Body entwined with trees
By myth decreed
By birthright and galore
Wanderer between roots and stars forevermore.
A Green Light Contemplation
Just be like green grass,
Regrowing and regrowing:
Overcoming all:-
Go and be as sage green trees:
Rebirthing justice's green leaves:-
sage green oak catkins
blanket drive and yard....
pouring rain and wind
There's a crispness billowing in the wind today
Sending russet leaves swirling to the ground.
So many are falling and sadly being swept away
Soon Winter's chill will arrive, and snow will abound.
I watch them fly like slight sparrows on the wing
at the deep-rooted feet of majestic oaks and elms.
No longer to their branches can they safely cling.
How pitiful the thought of them dying overwhelms.
Farewell to the ornamental clothing you wore in Fall.
So long to your crimson and golden windswept tresses.
You danced to songs of bamboo flutes at Autumn's ball,
wearing tangerine and sage green wrinkled dresses.
I'll look for you when Springtime bestows new birth.
As tiny buds you will appear, from descendants born,
adorning giant oaks and elms throughout Mother Earth.
No longer for your vanishment shall I weep and mourn.
Farewell to you, ornamental russet leaves of Fall,
and your crimson and golden windswept tresses.
You danced to bamboo flutes at Summer's ball
while wearing tangerine and sage green dresses.
You whirled and twirled happily before you fell
at the rooted feet of majestic oaks and elms,
growing on every mountain, in valleys and dell.
Your varied mantle of blush always overwhelms.
Autumn stripped the limbs where you used to cling
to branched hands and fingers reaching to the sky.
There you whispered welcome to birds on the wing.
But pines keep their leaves. I'm left wondering why.
I should never question Mother Nature's reasons
for changing the clothing on trees like paper dolls,
or covering them with blankets in Winter's season
when she gifts us with beauty in crystal snow falls.
I'll look for you when Springtime bestows new birth
unless Jack Frost decides to stick around and stall.
You'll adorn the oaks and elms throughout the Earth
until you take flight again in the brisk days of Fall.
The echo was unmistakable, her arrival was imminent,
that spike heeled stride through the back alley leading up to my door.
Already a striking beauty, her black patent leather high heels only enhanced her stature. In her khaki trench coat, cinched at the waist, her sage green silk scarf loosely caressed her blonde curls as she blew me a kiss.
When an indigo thought
in my broken heart
was touched by the gold
in your romantic soul
we found ourselves blended
in hue gloriously splendid
with a luminous sheen
in the shade of sage green
and in my green dream, I find myself in a green lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the emerald drifting water
oh, the chartreuse moss and the wet lime green ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me seaweed grows, swaying
so many greens all united in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, shamrock, pine
emerald green of a little frog and the dark green of a crocodile
small green fish kissing my toes
a lovely green flower, a green snake slithers
a fluttering green butterfly, a green bird sings sweetly
green twining vines, meandering in the dark green foliage
my sage green eyes, whisper come fall into the green depths with me
I will take you to green, green world full of utter peace
all beautiful shades of green, mingled and entwined, united in nature and life
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February 29, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/in my green dream
Copyright Protected, ID 16-762-889-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, United Colors: Green
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon one gentle lake
Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing hues of blue
Emerald, limes, rusted umbers enhance breezes as they move
A whimsical dash of mottled fish engrossed in lifes harsh fight
To gather all required whilst avoiding, the silent fishers sight
A hand does stroke the waters as thoughtfully as a lovers face
Whilst oars and gentle droplets dance at such a soothing pace
Non returnable ripples travel onwards with no due care
Words, sights, scents, sounds, precious memories that we share
One day we will be but whisps that relished this cherished place
As lovers new will float on by with a fresh renewed embrace
And maybe if they are just like us they will sit and ponder on
Lovers who were once like them but now are sadly gone
Her eyes, lips and dainty nose, a delightful vision to know,
Tightly flowing locks of hair, such entrancing colored locks,
Adorned in shades of green, her earthly spring allure in glow,
Her pale skin seems chilled slightly from the past seasons blocks.
Upon her glory, she wears nature’s colors of every shade so bold.
Flowers, leaves of many species, proudly displayed as crown.
Her body reclusive in her adornment of sage green attire in fold,
Hands so delicate and clutching her garb of green and brown.
Her eyes stare outward as warning, with such honesty beheld.
Lips painted with creamy delight, perfection is all her own.
Cheeks imprinted with the blush that her convictions compelled.
Branches of nature embrace each part, which her soul will condone.
Her precious name of springtime plays upon this fairies repose.
Forever within your mind, her image imprinted as a beautiful rose.