Colour Me Green

 

Blake Randall Photography

Colour me green
like the weeping willow
drooping her long fronds
into the lake
when I was a child; green
like the garden I grew
as a young mother to feed
my hungry children; green
like the old growth forest
I stood on the road to save
in 1993. Colour me green.

Colour me green, like
the log train trail where
my wolf-dog and I walked daily,
missing our west coast rambles;
green like the big maples
in our yard, green like
the grassy kingdom he ruled
until he died.

Colour me green, like the forested slopes
of Wah-nah-juss, like the Tonquin trail,
like the moss in my yard, like
the sea grass at Wickaninnish,
green like the sea itself in certain
lights and seasons.

My heart was purple when I was young,
and then it was sky blue. But now,
as I grow ever closer to the earth,
as I bend to delight in small
fairy gardens, in baby trees,
and wildflowers,
in the wee beings that
cover Mother Earth in finery,
- now and forever -
colour me green.

for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - Colours Passing Through.