Peggy Strickland

Paradise Is Green

I view the world through emerald eyes
Is that why I love green?

It draws me in
Salves my soul
Smoothes my furrowed brow

Such power in its gentle hues
Verdant, mighty spikes
Spring’s bright buds and brave little shoots
Lay waste to winter’s bane

A rain frog on my window sill
Shiny, shimmery, slick
Foreground for an artwork of pines
A study in dark and light

Moss and algae
Apples and leaves
A chameleon’s vague profile

Salad greens, parrot’s plumes
Money’s somber tones

Sordid shades of jealousy
Bitter taste of bile
Surprise in a chunk of grandpa’s chaw
My nephew had to try

Cool, dark shade of jungle’s canopy
Merging shades of a gem glittering sea                 
Riotous blend on a mountainside
Nature’s panorama

Myriad hues emblazon our world
Insipid pastels lend diversity
Blue sky’s to be treasured, this I avow
Just leave me to bask in green