Undying Green

Clouds cover the spreading sea,
wind and waves speaking
of the weather to come
in the shimmering undulation
of hammered metal;
we weep beside her loss,
limitless yet so fragile,
our faces lifted into the skirts of rain
softening the rock age by age
into an image of undying green.






3 Responses to “Undying Green”

  1. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. Thailand is a land of undying green, nearly every week in the year a growth week. Every grass, creeper, vine, bush and tree vying for one nurturing moment of Sun. Is it not so–even for you and for me?

  2. Athena Coleman says:

    I just read the tributes to a dear friend, Beth Van Schoaick, and this poem makes me think of her. Both are simply beautiful.

  3. Stan Grindstaff says:

    Pleasure in your poetry…

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