Springing Green
Sap is rising:
Cut me and I’ll bleed green.
From the short sharp movements
Of winter’s economy, I move
Into languor and the lazier
Dance of spring.
Slow swaying hips
And wide striding legs,
I eat up the miles
Feet skimming the ground
Head in the clouds
(such as they are today)
And my eyes on the rising tide
Of butterflies and bumblebees
That have emerged from slumber
To mate, to forage and to live anew.
Cut me, and I’ll surely bleed green today.
Cut me — my green thumb — and I’ll be a “blood brother”
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You’re on!
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I love spring- it’s my favorite season. I love how nature never grows tried of renewing and reinventing itself and your line is fascinating, it got stuck in my head: “Cut me and I’ll bleed green.” Beautiful poem Viv, thank you for sharing it 🙂
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That was the line that started it as I strode through the woods on bouncing feet!
thanks Lua!
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