the green of moss on an oak
three years dead
the green of greenbriar
on which a deer has grazed
the green of a bench in the woods
where vows were once exchanged
the green of garlic mustard
before it becomes too bitter
the green of ferns that have borne
the weight of snow
the green of winter wheat in the distance
when the sun comes out
the green of lichen on a rock
finding everything it needs
the green of leaves that won’t return
to a toppled witness tree
the old green of trailing arbutus
rushing into bloom for a few cold flies
Plummer’s Hollow, PA
March 17, 2024