Green, that enraptured hue scape a  verdant plume,
goodness gracious am I gracious for being that tint,
to loiter breezily amid the  luscious woodland habitat,
as this green chameleon spring spree omniscient,
I am that maestro metaphor for sumptuous growth,
whilst trailing pots, urns  and archways in deft design,
green hedges, lawns, verges, meadows, trees I bless,
Am I that arch victim of my mint leaf fragrant fetish?
a dash of humour surely counts as nuanced shade,
so I’m “GREENING” from ear to ear - could not resist

This morning,
a sparrow landed on the grocery cart
abandoned in the parking lot,
its wire frame still cold with yesterday’s rain.

The bird tilted its head
as if asking why we leave our burdens
halfway to the place they belong.

No one answered.
Engines coughed,
doors slammed,
a receipt tumbled like thin scripture
across the asphalt.

But the sparrow sang anyway
a sermon smaller than a coin,
and worth more
than everything
we forgot to carry home.

This morning I’m excited
Today I enjoy the blinding light from the horizon
That gently nudges my eyes open
From the window on my left.
I roll over, strain slightly while opening it
And revel in the earthy scent that meets my nose.

This morning I’m bewildered
Last night drowned, now parched
A cruel twist of fate
Mirroring the contorted state of my body.

This morning everything is magical
I bound down the stairs
Out the front door
And can’t help but beam back at the rays that are meeting my face.

Wary glances are cast;
They look at me now
But by tomorrow -
I'll be as dispersed vapor.

If rumors shot bullets -
I'd be in the grave.
Thank you, Lord – I'm alive
But I wonder, what for?

Green  I’m fascinate by its earthly essence,
goodness gracious am I gracious  for becoming it,
I make others oafish green with venal envy,
at my green chameleon pervasiveness,
I am that magic metaphor of my own lustrous design.
I can appear in spots and situations without curb,
green salads, lawns, verges, banks, clean energy source,
Am I the victim of  new age fetish drooping from tree branch,
a little humour never goes amiss with nuanced shade,
I’m now “GREENING” from ear to ear - couldn’t resist