Jennifer L Granville


Green Is Coming - Poem by Jennifer L Granville

Green is coming.

Here, it is something you can feel, and smell and see as it approaches. It is a very sensually exciting time... the awakening, the stirring the only phoenix of beaty.

I missed green, real, lush green, so terribly in California. I am sure I missed more than that, more of what it meant as well as what is looked like, but the color itself was a surprising loss for me.

And now it's coming... and I don't care. If I am honest, I think I actually dread it.

How awfully ironic. What an apt April Fools.. or perhaps I am just aptly, a fool, no matter the month, no matter the color.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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