Always The First Color

in praise of the grace of green

Always the first color
that comes to mind.
How many poems can
a person write about green? 

But it lives and breathes
so breezily within me. 
In gentle, rolling hills
and stately trees.

In newness and depth. 
In mystery, and
mist-laden moss.
In dreams, in dreams. 

I dream in greens.
Lights and darks
and in-betweens.
Wonder! I wonder what it means?

In my eyes,
my clothes, 
my prayers,
in my laughter~

there's a joyful green;
lush and alive!
The Greener Place
in my soul that I call Home.

Sweet Bed of Grace 
where I lay down my fears. 
Face-to-face, sorrows soften;
tears touching tears. 

All gifts and graces of Green be with you! 
Viriditas! 
~Cheryl Anne