I think on leaving here I’ll miss
the greens the most they are in
constant change with clouds with
wind or mirrored in the lake a line
of tolkien says in every wood in
every spring there is a different
green I’ll see these different greens
again I’ll hear my daughter say
when I point out a leaf upon the path
all leaves are perfect green
This article appears in Aug 10-16, 2017.
