It has happened again, the green,
green apple tree, green alfalfa field,
I had forgotten it would happen again.
My heart leaps.
Light flows down and blankets the green
with green as if the light is green, green
filled with green sparks. Even the silence is green.
The world is so exuberant it appears to be in motion.
Stones and the green itself are moving to music.
The day clangs, a ship's bell
but the green here is greener than the sea.
There is no need to hope. It all is!
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: summer