Please, Green

Please, Green -- don’t go away.

I'll miss

Your endless pastures and rolling hills,

Shimmery branches in the morning dew;

 

Waxy leaves and plaited thorns,

Stinging nettles and luscious petals,

Crinkly, crackly, crunchy 

Fibers;

 

Sprightly tulips or hanging vines,

Pointed needles of the pines.

All green must depart someday.

 

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Comments

Annette M Velasquez

Beautiful language and imagery. I love the sound of "crinckly, crackly, crunchy"- you've shown excellent poetic technique. The second stanza, especially is stunning.

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