“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, June 10, 2013

day 10. green/Our Lost Jungle

White noise:     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KaOrSuWZeM



                                                                     Green

I close my eyes and listen to the gently falling rain. A small constant background music of white noise that soothes my harried mind and I relax and feel… green. Green as the thirsty blades of grass, sated like the dripping green leaves, refreshed like the moss now deeply darkened and soft.  Mellow, fuzzy, sagey green, I feel. The rain washes away the dust motes and pollen drifting in the air and it smells… green. The palest, barest hint of green that is just the beginning of scent with subtle flowery, earthy notes not yet formed but conceived  in the mind of God. 

2 comments:

  1. Reading this really does make me feel all fuzzy and mellow and green, I love your gentle descriptiveness.

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  2. Lovely, and refreshing and .... greeeeeen. :)

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