Luscious greens

If these here lush green leaves could speak a word
they’d tell us perhaps, of the singing birds
of breaking dawn, autumn days, crisp air
and crunching blades, frozen grass, white as snow
hidden neath trees ageless bough in shadows
Yes, if those there leaves in morning glory
could tell a tale or two, they’d sing an ode
to nature’s red berries and brightest skies
of robins resting and crows feeding as 
Fat wet worms dangle from open beaks, and
Beneath endless skies of dancing blues
sun burns waking warm rays leaving a trail
of seasons blaze through days beginning
In gentle tones of vivid life and morning dew.

Karen Hayward © 2018
Image and words

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