In Praise of Green

 Green and gold seem in sort of a duel for dominance these days but this poem is in praise of green

Green spreads its grace across a place that long was void of vim

The slumbering bud and seed wakens whispers to sod and limb

Where hallelujah songs of nature nurtures thankful gaze

As color-wheels of mercy thrill the humble heart with praise

God kisses earth with favor; where green sweeps were held at bay

He breaks the dam that wakes the land that long was brown and gray

Across the countryside a tide impeccable in shade

Most glorious, victorious, gilds mortal's promenade

Hope’s divine intervention renders living proof, green-spun

He never forgets to send spring when winter’s fling is done

Now blue sky is a timbrel and the golden sun a gong

And man a humble minstrel chiming amen to each song

Janet Martin