This Other

A small boat painted yellow
could be a perfect thing
to move through the sea of green
Bethel Valley has become this day.
Splashing blossoms of  a green walled
hillside holds this sea, this tide of meadow
of birdsong, of berry, of rabbity thicket
in this small sweet hour of eastern light.

On this the other side of a mountain we call Stone
reality holds itself to the tree bridging earth to sky.

One perfect moment: written in green.