Tuesday

Singing Green


On the highest ridge
by the oldest tree

I heard a red mist
singing  to green
leaves wrapped
tender in the tight
pouch of the bud,

singing the pleasure
of the wind, the rain,
and the yellow light
floating in the blue sky,

singing the pleasure
of  a bird's caress
of thunder's outrage
singing the pleasure
of a lullaby life lived

in spectral coordinates
of chartreuse, of celadon,
of sap, of viridian, of teal
and olive and emerald

a hallelujah chorus
singing green and green
again and again and again.