My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 9 – green
Filtered through foliage
Transmutes into shadows of green,
A mute cocoon of verdant solitude,
A shroud unseen.
Words are leaves that fly,
Animated by breath of breeze
To stop mouths and ears of passers-by,
Who don’t see
The poet under the tree.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016