Green hints, green cues, and green curtains.
The windows can’t shield my eyes.
The soil is rich and certain:
Let’s drink, our time is nigh.
The browns and the reds are a mystery.
The page shows June,
yet the colors are still drinking.
They bloom to a different beat.
Why am I surprised they obey the Creator?
They do and bend as He pleases.
Their patience is what unnerves me,
they are content to absorb and absorb.
Strong trunks and healthy arms are their fruit,
and their tops push the sky all the more.
So, I’ll take this as a lesson:
to be still and know is enough.
Let us dance in the season before us.
The greens will turn soon enough.