04 Sunday Dec 2016
I bare sandals as I step out,
half expecting the lawn to respond
like it did yesterday, when
the sun encouraged its green
tendrils to grow plush and wiggly,
tickling my fleshy exposed toes.
But time can change quickly,
and my exposed toes scrunch under,
seeking shelter from winter’s chill
and the inevitable crunch of grass as it
splays frozen and flat beneath the sandal.
Together, we bear the weight of the season.
13 Tuesday May 2014
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Mingling like branches of different trees,
children reach across open spaces,
crossing paths, joining together,
totally oblivious to species or color.
17 Monday Mar 2014
The wearing of the green, they say,
on this, St. Patrick’s Day,
should bring a spot of luck to those
with green about their clothes.
My shirt has many shamrocks,
same color are my socks;
but, if you can’t see these greens,
just look for emerald jeans!
If you think I’ve overdone it–
perhaps, well just a bit;
though not born a bit ‘o Irish,
I think if I’m more greenish,
my chances should be greater
of having good luck later.
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
Happy is the gleam in my eye
as I see small sprigs of green
popping through the snow; at least
I think it’s still called green.
You see, it used to be green grass
was simply Green or a slight variation of;
perhaps Yellow Green where the dog had been,
or Dark Green if I hit the fertilizer a little hard.
But now I’m so confused:
Is yellow green still appropriate,
or would Granny Smith Apple or
Inch Worm green be the right shade?
And dark green seems only known for
what veggies I should be eating. I guess I
need to pick between Pine Green, Forest Green,
and Rain Forest Green if I wish to describe the
richness of my over-fertilized lawn.
On second thought, maybe I’ll just enjoy
the current splendor of my Spring Green sprigs.
Phyllis Moorman 