My Tender Green Heart
it’s the mottled green of a forest, damp
after a rainfall, leaves tossing watery
jewels to the spongy moss below.
it’s the pale green of grinning Bramley apples
bathing in the sunshine, scenting
the breeze with their acidic aroma.
Now and then
it’s the emerald of a soggy slick lizard
scurrying along soft mossy bark
of a lofty stoic fir.
It may be
a striped watermelon dripping
with luscious sweetness, tempting
us to taste, discover, enjoy.
my gentle green heart is a seedling
peeking from the shelter of its fleshy soul
seeking warmth, nourishment, and affection.
Rose Lefebvre ©