Winter and the Green

 Winter is such a cold season.  Not just in temperature but in how much else it removes from the world.  It removes not only the warmth, but all of the color, leaving only dull browns, grays and whites.  A monochromatic photo of the world around.  I long for the color of green again.  The pines, yes they are green, but even they have that lusterless hue that is washed in sepia.  

I'm not asking for the garish neon of summer or intense pastel of spring, just the green of warmth, of hope, of a promise that world has not lost it's life just yet, but is waiting to awaken from it's slumber.  And that I too will awake from this slumber... to come alive once more.  

I have whispered green

I have whispered green

The grass so thick and lush like 

velvet upon my bare skin

Prickling, tickling, touching

making its way in

I have whispered green
Into the sun and the forbidden
cracks in the broken asphalt road
Jutting, cutting, strutting
pushing through to the world above

I have whispered green
And broken free to the other side
and the thing that keeps me
rooted, muted, suited
in these too tight places is the earth that keeps me alive

I have whispered green
Sherry Lore 6-21-05