Standing amidst the forest trees
listening to their whispered words
breathing their breaths like they were mine.
Enveloped with viridescence:
variants of moss, leaves and grass
whose olfactics overwhelm me.
My mind is intoxicated,
seemingly assimilated
with every patch, leaf and blade of grass
whose metabolism’s are mine
or conversely mine became theirs.
Consequentially, I confess
my fancies assume my psyche
and Truth becomes an illusion.
Categories:
viridescence, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Green is more than a color it’s true;
In viridescence there’s the promise
Of life springing anew,
Or maybe that’s found
In hues vibrant chartreuse.
Pea is the eyes of a jaundice and spite
It’s a virulent shade
Which foreshadows a fight
That’s driven by envy—
An emotional blight.
And once March is near
Let’s not forget Shamrock--
To the Irish it’s dear
For old countries remembrance,
They even color rivers and beer.
And the list could go with endless zeal
Shades of green with names
Like Moss, Mint and Teal.
Pear, Avocado, and Apple
Each have their own a-peel.
JSC 3/23/2015
"It's Spring--Show Me the Green" Contest by Francine Roberts
Categories:
viridescence, color, emotions, fun,
Form: Light Verse
The Lunette
Above the transom of the door
leading to the courtyard
a half-moon of yellow glass,
pitted and bubbled,
shows you fragments of garden.
From mullion to mullion
now bourgainvillea,
now ivy, now jasmine
sway and snake
against old limestone:
cool green emblazoned
with sudden mustard,
viridescence dipped in citrine.
A hot, yellow half-moon
trapped in the inner gloom
of Mdina.
Margaret Clerici
from "Glass:Glimpses of Malta"
Categories:
viridescence, placesyellow,
Form: Free verse