Photo by Rita Bourland © 2013 Brown County
Shades of
Green
Shades of
green,
Our Maker’s
blend,
Lie upon the
trees
And grass,
A palate of
colors
That shift and
change
Like a
kaleidoscope
Casting doubt
on what we see,
An early dawn
patrol
Of soldiers
standing tall
Frozen at full
attention
Guns held still
at their sides,
Or just a field of trees
In careful, measured rows,
Where birds can
nest
And folks can
rest
Beneath their
gentle branches,
Our Maker mixes
shades of green
And grows the
trees from seeds,
Away from all
the sounds of war,
He leaves us
Only peaceful
Scenes of
summer.
Ahhhhhh . . . . so very lovely, words and art.
ReplyDeleteJudy
Thank you, Judy. When I saw this grove of trees it took my breath away. It seemed like the perfect inspiration for a poem.
ReplyDeleteLove this :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marti. Loved being with you last week. Good memories.
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful read.
ReplyDeleteSuch splendor in the color green; such solace coupled with such vitality. This poem invigorates and whispers to us to keep our eyes open for the beauty that abounds.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maureen and Michelle. I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem and found a moment of solace in the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maureen and Michelle. I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem and found a moment of solace in the words.
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