Green
Clouds pregnant with tears
The whole sky turns to navy
Pour me some sad blue
That afternoon felt
as if summer had arrived
in green abundance
Rain on the grass
Smelling like a brand new day
Maple leaf falling
wet green moss on stone
misty steam smells of damp earth
eyes closed breathing deep
In the days of my horses
Hay truck arrives after noon
Warm earth dry sweet grass
The setting sun was
casting dancing shadows on
the green ivy leaves
The backyard was a
palette of differing shades
of the color green
#172 & #173 combined:
Swelter lasts for weeks
Petrichor reaches my nose
Rain bids welcome break
The blue earth turns green
Between the hot and cold time
The color of life
blue sky in the distance
the scent of freshly mowed grass
the dogs walk slowly
absorbing the earths energy
Before I smell green
I think I drink it in deep
eyes slurping it to the nose
“Eyes slurping it to the nose” !!!
bracken bakes on the
moors, the shoulder high smell of
spinach all around
Nothing can I smell
Gardens are colour only
Imagination
at the park nearby
rolling in the fresh cut grass
the scent of childhood
~jcw
Clouds pregnant with tears
The whole sky turns to navy
Pour me some sad blue
That afternoon felt
as if summer had arrived
in green abundance
Rain on the grass
Smelling like a brand new day
Maple leaf falling
wet green moss on stone
misty steam smells of damp earth
eyes closed breathing deep
In the days of my horses
Hay truck arrives after noon
Warm earth dry sweet grass
The setting sun was
casting dancing shadows on
the green ivy leaves
The backyard was a
palette of differing shades
of the color green
#172 & #173 combined:
Swelter lasts for weeks
Petrichor reaches my nose
Rain bids welcome break
The blue earth turns green
Between the hot and cold time
The color of life
blue sky in the distance
the scent of freshly mowed grass
the dogs walk slowly
absorbing the earths energy
Before I smell green
I think I drink it in deep
eyes slurping it to the nose
“Eyes slurping it to the nose” !!!
bracken bakes on the
moors, the shoulder high smell of
spinach all around
Nothing can I smell
Gardens are colour only
Imagination
at the park nearby
rolling in the fresh cut grass
the scent of childhood
~jcw