Green

I am green
but not with envy
– with ivy

the deep ferns
of a rich, fragrant
forest

the color of oak
leaves
and redwood
needles

I drink deep
and deeper
through new roots

My human body
is not my
real body

my green body
comes awake

You cry for me
but each day
I grow closer

to the sky

my leaves unfurl
and drink in the rich
love of the sun.

I go from pale
to such a vibrant color
you’ve never seen.

Happy New Year to my readers. This poem was inspired by walking in nature (the Cambridge Botanic Gardens) and also reflecting on growth, change, death and what it is- can there be death without something new sprouting? May we all find the green.

Turning of the Year

There is a

dark green

turning

of the world.

 

Fires roar,

scattered

earth mountains

explode

 

great oceans

pulled into

the sky

whiten

into falling

snow.

 

Green spirit, the land

is changed

where you walk.

 

Trees speak

with your breath

 

tiny creatures

are revealed,

illuminated

by your fires

 

you tameĀ us

all wild things

our fiery longing

our oceans of fear

our windswept hearts

until

we begin

again

gentle,

quiet as

fallen snow.