(Green as seen through a scrim of still-leafless Sweet Shrub)
In response to my appeal for poems that sound like "green," I received only one! Where are you, spring-crazed poets? You are supposed to be out smelling the first green, inhaling the sunshine, listening to the tree frogs and letting your imagination fill up to the brim! Come on now, send me some poems.....
Thank you, Diane. This is a lovely poem, and as I told you in my comments, I particularly like "The days stretch, the nights shrink." I wish I knew more about you. Your students are fortunate to have you as their teacher.
Diane, Teacher said...
As I stood on my porch at sunset today, I could hear the "sound of green".
Tree frogs sing
Crickets cheep
Pink fingers of sunshine stream along the horizon
The days stretch, the nights shrink
Nature’s music reveals
Spring is here!
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