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green
by Charlie Morganall is green. some with envy, some with ivy.
the sap only slows, ebbs toward Newton
only to turn and go up toward the Heavens
upon the warmth and lightness of Spring.
the Sun cajoles and invites buds to open, play.
a uniformity of a doppleganger world;
moments in time, a pinch in the lattice-work
of space-time; a touch with what counts.
ice, snow, lava, warm springs, cool ones too;
villages built, razed, societies do the same.
i have sunshine rays in my jeans' pocket.
my dog raises his leg to own a corner.
02/03/2009 Posted on 02/03/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 02/03/09 at 07:34 PM This poem is just punch-drunk with the most vivid images! I seem to be viewing life from the huge front porch while drinking a Mint Julip! I feel a southern drawl coming on... |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/03/09 at 08:24 PM Great....with politically correct title too! LOL on that last line! enjoyed this read very much. MFS |
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