Viridescence

Viridescence

         for Aaron Fields

Dappled shade illuminates the alleyway,
an apple green, a light among soft shadows
where ghosts of butterflies now sigh.

They speak of April rains
that open up to sun come May
or may not —
if we do not listen.

Hear their whispers:
Honor earth.
Honor sky.
Honor us,
each drop of dew that glistens.

© Copyright 2009 Kåre Enga Kåre Enga [165.468] (March, 2009)

12 lines, 54 words

Original:

Dappled shade illuminates the alleyway,
an apple green, a light among soft shadows
where the ghosts still wait.
Those generations of our forefathers
now speak of April showers
that open up to sun come May
or may not
if we do not listen.
Hear their whispers:

Honor earth.
Honor sky
Honor us,
each drop of dew that glistens

58w

Note: an old poem revised in March 2009 and July 2022. And finally shared.