Literature
Finding the New Green
Damp earth opens to the light today,
Dark and heavy with the scent of old frost.
I walk the fence in the early mist,
Finding the new green in the dirt.
Mossy velvet grips the north side of the oak,
A low, green rug for the beetles to climb.
Mint-light cuts through the new leaves,
Staining the rough bark with a quiet strength.
Sharp spears of grass break the asphalt,
Drinking the cold rain from a Tuesday sky.
Silver ribbons tie the garden to the clouds,
Holding the wild world in a tight, wet knot.
Nothing is missing; the land is whole.
A restless green climbs the stems,
And the slow work of the light has just begun.
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