Colours of green, wearing the world.
The scent of rainbows. Last year’s fire.
Cinder mayflies. Discarded glass.
And honey pathways stamped by ants.
A twist of wind. A shake of sun.
The surge of sap to run in veins
of living green. Unconstructed.
Colours of green, wearing the world.
The scent of rainbows. Last year’s fire.
Cinder mayflies. Discarded glass.
And honey pathways stamped by ants.
A twist of wind. A shake of sun.
The surge of sap to run in veins
of living green. Unconstructed.