Born on a Green Day

growing grace farm green tree


My birthday is April 27, so about thirty years ago I wrote this poem:

April Birth


I was born on a green day

with shoots of April green sparks

flashing in the trees.

Light green leaves pushing

white blossoms into flight,

having just arrived,

Olive green birds with white breasts

jumping from branch to branch.

The sun poured lime green smells

on the hands of the warm wind.

Grass green bugs began their march to summer.

I opened my tiny voice

and my newborn cry

was a green poem

to Tuesday afternoons.





<a href=””>It IS Easy Being Green!</a>










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